We Began to Count Noses - Silkworth.net
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self-pity and resentment, realization of the fact that I had not fully given my<br />
problems <strong>to</strong> God. I was still trying <strong>to</strong> do my own fixing.<br />
That was more than a year ago. Since then, although circumstances are no<br />
different, for there are still trials and hardships and hurts and disappointments<br />
and disillusionments, self-pity and resentment are being eliminated. In this past<br />
year I haven't been tempted once. I have no more idea of taking a drink <strong>to</strong> aid me<br />
through a difficult period than I would if I had never drank. But I know<br />
absolutely that the minute I close my channels with sorrow for myself, or being<br />
hurt by, or resentful <strong>to</strong>ward anyone, I am in horrible danger.<br />
I know that my vic<strong>to</strong>ry is none of my human doing. I know that I must keep<br />
myself worthy of Divine help. And the glorious thing is this: I am free, I am<br />
happy, and perhaps I am going <strong>to</strong> have the blessed opportunity of "passing it<br />
on." I say in all reverence-Amen.” 88<br />
Florence Rankin Kalhoun, died April 19, 1943 by her own hand.<br />
<strong>We</strong> now return <strong>to</strong> Akron <strong>to</strong> find the final three from that <strong>to</strong>wn that will be<br />
added <strong>to</strong> this list. All appear <strong>to</strong> have achieved sobriety, according <strong>to</strong> The Amos<br />
Roster, in September of 1937 and two of the s<strong>to</strong>ries may inter-relate in a most<br />
interesting way. Our 38 th devotee is Charles Simonson, whose personal s<strong>to</strong>ry<br />
“RIDING THE RODS”, appeared in the Original Manuscript draft of the book<br />
Alcoholics Anonymous. He tells the s<strong>to</strong>ry of his hospitalization and of meeting one<br />
of the Akron number who had recently slipped after more than a year of<br />
sobriety.<br />
"Listen, fellow," he said, looking at me with ten times the earnestness of the<br />
many good citizens and other well-intentioned persons who had tried their best<br />
<strong>to</strong> help me. "Listen <strong>to</strong> me. I know a way out. I know the only answer. And I know<br />
it works."<br />
I stared at him in amazement. There were several mild mental cases in the place<br />
and, little as I knew about their exhibitions of tendencies, I knew that even in a<br />
normal conversation, strange ideas might be expected. Was this fellow perhaps a<br />
bit balmy - a wee bit off Here was a man, an admitted alcoholic like myself,<br />
trying <strong>to</strong> tell me he knew the remedy for my situation. I wanted <strong>to</strong> hear what he<br />
had <strong>to</strong> suggest but made the reservation that he was probably a little "nutty." At<br />
the same time I was ready <strong>to</strong> listen, like any drowning man, <strong>to</strong> grasp at even a<br />
straw.<br />
My friend smiled, he knew what I was thinking. "Yes," he continued. "Forget that<br />
I'm here. Forget that I'm just another 'rummy.' But I had the answer once - the<br />
only answer." He seemed <strong>to</strong> be recalling his very recent past. Looking at me<br />
earnestly, his voice impressive in its sincerity, he went on. "For more than a year<br />
before coming here I was a sober man, thoroughly dry.