Bill W. in Atlanta Georgia 1951

I know everybody here must have been greatly moved

by the fact that those followers from the Musicians Union, just having played a grueling assignment this afternoon,

came straight from that assignment without any supper,

to create an atmosphere,

all right, in which this meeting could be set.

Yes, it is a time for that.

For 15 years you and I have watched a great building under construction.

To us it is something more than a building.

It is a temple,

a veritable Cathedral of the Spirit,

in which more than 100,000 of us,

not that knowing of freedom,

and a brotherhood and a sisterhood the like of which we could have never dreamed another day,

such as our Cathedral of the Spirit,

now a forcing completion, and its main outline

that man called

it might well serve our purpose if figure is easily speaking. I now cook each of you in by the hand,

and I conduct you back

into that cave from which a friend and I emerged through a very narrow opening

15 years ago,

and walk hesitatingly along

quite a blind trail which opened in a winding path

that came down through our infancy and brought into a role

led through adolescence. I'm now open on the board of Highway.

Well, we are now about to take our destiny by its hand,

and as we take that journey,

let us call every now and then

to note those times and places in which there were great hours of realization and great hours of decision

which so deeply affected our destiny.

That will set a background

suitable, I hope, for what we are about to do tonight.

Speaking of hours of realization and decision,

your first one respecting AA was just the same as Mark.

Mine came on a summer day in 1934

when I lay upstairs in a drunk tank on Central Park, West New York.

I've been there many times before.

This time it was different.

By now I was acquainted with the gravity of my malady.

I knew I was possessed of an obsession that condemned me to go on drinking,

a physical sensitivity which would ensure madness. Yes, that itself.

I knew I had no power to go on living.

And such has been the realization of every alcoholic here,

and it is well expressed in the first step of our program.

The first steps are freedom being the realization of our own parliament.

That is the divine curve dot

upon which this society is built.

Downstairs, another one shared this same hopelessness. That was law.

She was talking to the gospel.

He was asking the doctor the very same question that you wives and husbands of Alcoholics out there have asked.

She was saying

Bill is a man of great Wilkar, great persistence, great obstinacy. For two or three years after,

I'm sure he has wanted to stop. Above all else, what has happened to his World Cup? Why? Why, doctor, can't he stop?

And the Goodman came back with the answer. We said, Well, no

gentle stall he wants. He had to tell Lord

that I was indeed possessed of the cars greater than myself. Indeed, I was upset by the tyrants Barley corn,

and she said, as you have said, well, how serious is this doctor

and the Goodman doctor, so forth.

A medical St. if ever there is to be one.

Hesitatingly colder. I thought Bill might be an exception to most of those who come this way, one of those rare exceptions. But now I'm afraid it isn't going to be so.

I'm afraid, Mrs. Wilson, you will have to lock him up somewhere.

Elsie will lose his mind.

Perhaps more is life.

It's only Alcoholics have no monopoly on hopelessness.

It certainly has been a shared experience among us.

Then came a realization to somebody else.

And is it safe?

Three months later, a friend, himself an alcoholic,

heard of the stripes in which I want.

He decided to come and see me

because he had experienced their relief from his infection through spiritual means. I hadn't seen him in a good many years. I was drinking in the kitchen.

I've now become a long drinker, no longer daring to go in the street where the police would get me.

The earthquake provider of Wall Street times was now being supported by his wife Lord, working in a department store. He always my friend on the phone. I thought, oh, would it be wonderful to talk with old Levy again.

We'll drink and we'll talk about the good old days.

How significant that remark. The good old days

the only place the mind could go

for us, the person was unbearable and there was to be no future. Yes, we talk about the good old days.

So I'm used over my chin while I waited for him

and subways in the door.

I suspect we don't care. A little psychic.

I saw right away that something had happened to him. Not only was he sober, for the first time I had ever known him to be in New York. There was something different. He sat down at the table. I pushed over my clock of gin. I used to drink 3 bottles a day, then

what? A pineapple juice on it so Lords would think there were cocktails, you know?

I'm being offered a drink, he said. No, thanks.

All right. Said come every. What's what's got into you on the water wagon? Oh, no, he said. I'm just not drinking. Well, I'm really puzzled. I say, come, come. Now what? What's all this about?

He looked at me

with a half smile and he said I've got religious.

Ah, what a sad gloss. Got really

Well, this life is stressing. No doubt he had substituted religious insanity for alcoholic insanity,

but one had to be polite. And I said, well my dear boy, what kind of religion have you got? What brand is it?

Oh, we said I don't know. You really call it religion. It gets plenty of hard stance.

Group of people sold me on a lot of very simple ideas.

None of them are new, just why they've had such a terrific effect on me I don't know. Except one of the group himself was a drunk.

And here are the idea.

I began to get honest with myself as I had never got honest before

I quit. This hellish business of living alone confided my defects to another.

I made a list of the people I harmed, and I visited them. That matters, right? So far as I could,

I then was told our kind of gearing knew to me the kind of gearing that demands no return in terms of

economic reward or procedure or anything

kind of giving that demands overtime. I was told that if I tried to give myself of others in such a mood that I might lose my life to find it

now. I said don't leave Bill, he said. I know you're

religious outlook, which is 0

what he said. In order to make these principles work so far as my drinking was concerned, I found that I had to play to whatever God there was

as a migrate surprise when I tried the experiment with an open mind. And remember, the dying can be open minded Bill. When I tried that experiment, there he was.

Maybe you don't like that idea.

Oh, I thought to myself, here, it's going to be one of these evangelistic deals. Oh, dear. You'll fly on the sweetness and light and the pressure. Pretty soon this is going to be destruction,

but I'll know my friend was proof.

I sent learned that Putin's is a great theological virtue and you bet your life at wise in my place now. He merely said that he'd come to pay me a visit and pass on what he knew, what he had experienced, if I could make any use of it.

Soon he was gone.

Now why? Well,

I found that in no waking error. Could I get the memory of my friend's face and what he had said out of my mind?

Had he said anything new?

Oh, principles. Old as the hell,

nothing knew what he said at all. I heard it all before,

but he had described the condition that I sent to the head, He said, you know, I'm not on the water wagon. I feel as though my problem had been taken firmly. I feel all in one piece. I feel free. I feel released

and somehow I knew that was so

well. I went on drinking for three or four weeks

and I came to the same conclusion that every alcoholic here has since come.

And the conclusion wise who are beggars to be choosing

and if there is any such position, as my friend says, I had thought to speak him out.

So I thought to myself, well, I can't have one of these

emotional conversions. You know, I'm a Vermont Yankee. They don't have that sort of thing up there. It's got to be an intellectual business and all.

If I if I'm drunk when I'm converted,

why it might not be the real thing. I better go get fairly covered up and take another good side look at this field.

So I thought for the hospital, well, you know how drunk are on the way to the hospital to be dried up for the last time. You always get drunk as a month and so did I.

No, I can't counter into the hospital waving a problem.

My old friend, the doctor looked at me rather sadly. Before he had had hope in my case and I said, doctor, this time I've got something

and he said I'm afraid to have him before. You better go upstairs and go to bed.

So the bed I went and because I've gone to the hospital early I wasn't too too badly off in three days time. 3 hours alcohol and sedative. I was frightfully depressed

and behold, my friend stood in the door very early one morning, long way Uptown.

I thought to myself, He does practice what he preaches. He should be looking for work this morning.

Then again, I feared that evangelism a little bit. I shrunk. But now my friend is still more prudent. He waits for me to ask him what the conditions of that release had been.

Oh, yeah, he said. Joe. Well, you get honest with yourself, Bill. I mean on it. No fooling. You're talking out with somebody else. Incompetence. Confession, if you want to call it. I thought the word will grip it

in my classitos in the faithful you're damaged.

You try to do something for somebody with no Gimme short

and your players like you can and that's all. I thought, in my case

again, he's gone

and my depression deeper.

And at last

I hit the bottom of the pit

and I suddenly found that I had become a child, alone and crying in the dark

or apparent, who did not seem to be there.

And then I said, well, now I will do anything. Just like that cancer patient, I will do anything

for a cure.

I don't even know. Hope it all really. I cried out. And if there is a God, let him show himself.

And then came a realization, indeed

the greatest one in my whole life.

There can never be another light. It seemed to me that that place lit up in the blinding glare.

I was transported into an ecstasy,

and I suddenly realized that I was free

and utterly lost

in this strange state. In the mind's eye I seem to be on a mountain and the great wind was blowing, and I perceived it once that it was not there. It was the wind of heaven,

a wendered strip, and I was free.

At length I find myself on the bed,

but now I lie in another world,

and a great peace settle over.

I thought it woman was the universe

and I thought to myself,

so this is the God of the preacher.

Well,

all of you here have had that experience. Don't they know

for every A here has that always his family or most of them?

That's how it's going. Accepting it wasn't so fast in most cases. What came to me in minutes has come to most of you in weeks or months or in year.

But it is that awareness that there is one on whom we can depend.

There is that awareness which has come to all of us,

that we are now unable to do that which we could not do before on our own time.

Such is the awareness of the consciousness of God,

which descends on every member of this desire

who stands in our cathedral of disturb. Sooner or later it comes that is not

well. To me, this had come with such mysterious power. Get on such utterly simple terms. Of course, I thought, as you would have thought, what every alcoholic should be able to find an experience like this. And then I questioned myself and said, well,

why didn't these truths hit me this way before?

Well, of course one alcoholic was talking to another. He must have struck me deep. He must have deflated me way down

and made room for the grace of God that was forever black by my own raging ego.

The ability to live in my world, the ability to transmit me, the ability to humble me where no other living one could. That was one alcoholic talking to other to another. Maybe that was the clue.

Well, in my place you would have started to work frantically with other Alcoholics. And I did as many of you since done. Clearly all of you, in fact, as this past gathering, speak.

I work with each other. I call them of this sudden experience, which incidentally, folks

down in New York is called by the cynical Bill Wilson's Hot Flash.

Well, the drunken all go these days. What a damn bit impressed with that hot flash business. They all clap their heads and said no.

So I work and I work and I work. Well, you know what the defect was? I have become a preacher. I was talking off a moral hilltop,

Paul. With this experience

came a liability, a certain spiritual pride they can see. You know, I fancied I was divinely appointed to pick up all the drugs in the world. But boy, oh boy, how the drums knocked that out of me. Not one success in six months.

About this time,

Lois's relatives began to murmur. When is this guy going to stop being a missionary and go back to work?

So under that gentle spot anyway. Used to go over at the Wall Street where I once had been,

and I sat around on chairs and brokered shops and that made it look to cook like I was working.

And one day I'm sitting beside a stranger, we fall into a conversation and you know how things can snowball in the streets. All of a sudden it runs into a deal and very suddenly I'm in the midst of a proxy route. And all of a sudden I find that I have a controlling interest in a little company and it looks like they're going to elect me physically.

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All rolled up in an hour few weeks as a result of a conversation with the train.

Oh, I want slander treads. This destiny of ours has often pumped.

So I'm an action now. I'm going to be elected president of the company now. We're going to be respectful. We'll hold up our heads in this community and when I get the economic situation fixed up, then maybe I'll work some more with these drugs

and we'll get voice out of that damn department store.

Those were my thoughts.

There's no class through the foxes on the table, but they didn't have enough, so I wasn't pleasant. They took off in the general direction of New York, leaving me broke in a hotel lobby to make Florida accent.

Well, you know, you've drunk. What happened? Waves of anger in South City. Fierce anger too, because I suspected those those proxies had been forged.

I suddenly I realize I'm in danger of getting drunk. And I panicked and ultimately I was looking in a bar. It was a Saturday afternoon. That familiar bars was rising in there. I thought maybe I could scrape an acquaintance, drink a glass of ginger ale. Oh, there started the old rationalization train. But this time I had been restored to sanity. I spotted that place, that typical train of rationalizations. And I said, hey, look out. You're going to get drunk. You're going to get drunk.

What shall I do?

Then came another realization.

All those other Alcoholics, none of them had sobered up. But how often had my anger and my tension and myself could? He disappeared when I had tried to work with them, even without success.

Yes, I could lose my life to find it in the life of another. And then I saw that for my own protection I needed another alcoholic as much as he needed me. And that was a basic realization. And I thought one out and you know that prodigious chain of circumstance which could have been nothing but providential, which brought me face to face with Doctor Bob and dear Ann

in the living room of a non alcoholic.

One whole of a great crowd of people, the only one who seemed to have time enough and who seemed to care enough to bring that meeting about.

And I told Doctor Bob

about alcoholism, normality, of my own experience with drinking, of my release, and frankly, of my pleasant travel.

And I told him how much I needed him.

And then I think we have begun to get the essentials of it, for something passed between us. I guess something happened.

I think a A began right there on that June day in 1935.

You see, my first friend had tasted these fruits, but briefly. His obsession returned. He fell to the wayside and has never quite risen yet. So I believe he will.

So there was Doctor Bob, and there we gone in Ashland in the summer of 1935. Annie Smith, prudent lady that she was, said to me, Bill, wouldn't you like to come to our house and live a little while?

You know, you could keep an eye on Bob and he could keep an eye on you. Maybe you could revive that business deal. So I went into that house,

that place which the mayor is Howard, when I lived there. And soon, Doctor Bob said to me, Bill, just as a matter of self protection, all been, don't you think we'd better be doing some work with Trump and we better got to move on.

Looks all right, let's do it. Meanwhile, I've been fucking around to the lawsuit.

So I call up the City Hospital

where he is in cost office staff.

He calls for the nurse and the receiving ward. He tells her that he and the friends from New York thought they had a cure for alcoholism.

I said he rather exaggerated. Nurse think you got a cure for alcoholism, Dr. Why in heaven's name don't you try it on yourself?

Well, he said a part of the cure is working with other drunks and we're looking for a drunk to work on.

Well, the nurse said, well, we got a dandy.

I just wheeled them in here in the ambulance. He's got the DC, used to be a well known attorney here in town, members of City Council, but he's got so bad that in the last six months he's been in here four times and he can't even get out of here and home without getting drunk.

He's in a bad way. He's waving, he's blanched the eyes of one of the nurses and knocked her down. And now we've got him strapped. How was that one switch your doctor

Wells, Freddie said. That sounds pretty good in America. Put him to bed and hearing his medication and we'll be around when he gets cleared up a little.

So apparently Doctor Bob and I so excited that 10s of thousands of us have since beheld, and God willing, hundreds of thousands of us will fill. Behold,

you don't know what it is. It is the sight of the man on the bed who does not yet know that he can get one.

So there was the man on the bed. We explained our mission, told him about drinking experiences, told him what this malady was, told him of our release. Who's the man on the bed said? How long you been sober? Well, Bob, been sober a few weeks. I've been sober a few months when he said I was sober as long as that much longer than that once. And besides, I'm a worst case than you guys ever hear that song.

No, it's too late for me. I guess you guys have been through the ringer, but you're only in up to your hips. Finally up to my neck. I don't dare go out of this place.

No, boys, it's too late for me. Don't talk to me about religion. You know, Funny thing is, said the man on the bed. I'm still a man of faith. I used to be a Deacon in the church,

but I guess God hasn't any faith in me.

Well, we asked, could we come back tomorrow? Oh, sure, he said. Do come, you understand?

So on tomorrow

we came and we saw a site which all of you have since seen.

You know about what it was. The man's wife was there and she was saying to him, my husband, what got into you? You seem so different.

And he said, yes, there they are. They are the ones who understand,

and unexcitedly he tells how during the night,

somehow help it come.

And then when he abandoned himself to these simple precepts of honor,

there was that curious sense of lightness, that curious sense of being free.

And something more than hope came,

had now gone into a mightiest church.

So that the man on the bed said, please, wife, fetch my clothes. We are going to get up, get out of here.

And a #3 rose for me bed on that summer day in June 1935, and he hasn't had a drink set.

And then there were two or three of us gathered together, you see, in that town who had an answer. And then I sent this

of a good book has been fulfilled.

That was the beginning of the first a a group.

Three years were to elapse before we realized that that had been the king

chasing the more humble now and more extrace. I returned to New York and Little group took shape there. Doctor Bob continued work in Ashford. Briefly, I got back into Wall Street, but that collapsed again. Three years had passed. It's now the summer or the fall of 1937.

Now I'm in Akron again. Wall Street is folded up and out of its job.

Doctor Bob and I are talking again in the old living room there,

and this time we're comparing those

How many cases have he worked on? How many cases have I worked on? Oh, hundred.

But more importantly, how many have been sober and for how long?

And we cast up the list.

And when we cast up, the list

suddenly burst upon us that enough time had elapsed on enough cases.

So it lamped. Something was proved.

I came. Reaction might start one alcoholic talking to another. Enough time relapsed on enough cases. Yes, that was it,

and he and I clearly saw that new life which had begun to shine upon us children of the night.

What an hour of realization that was. I wish you could have shared it with

but that realization brought a vast responsibility.

There were only a couple of score of us in both towns.

The amount of failure that's been a meant, the amount of Labor, great.

How are we 40 people going to tell the million Alcoholics in America who yet didn't know,

though they were still lying on these beds

and might never know in time? How are we to transmit this thing? Well, by this time, you know, I'm an optimist and I often get drunk on other things and gems. And by this time I have blown this up into my imagination so that even though we had but 40 cases, I began to call. Well, now, Bob, you know, this may be the beginning. One of the greatest medical and one of the greatest social and one of the greatest religious developments of all time. I begot to talk like a circus, Parker already.

Well said, they said. Now slow down. You know, he's more conservative,

yes, but we must have some way of transmitting this. The hospitals don't like it. Why don't I go out now? I'm a, you know, a promoter and we'll finance the string of these drunk tanks, kind of a chain, a drunk hospital, see. And then it's nobody but Alzheimer's can put this thing over. So we got to go to the old timers, get some dose from someplace

and put them out as missionaries. You know they are, they aren't all going to come to Akron or New York. All these million drunks. We got to get out those missionaries and got to get out those possible. But above all,

we've got to have a book.

We've got to put it on paper what happened to what, what these principles are. And there's got to be testimonials in that book case history

at least. We owe that much to the millions who don't know.

And if we don't do this, the message may get garbled and we've been bust up into schism and all sorts of trouble.

Unless we have some kind of a standard book,

the press may come in on it and ridicule it and call it a cult. And that would cost lives among the millions who don't yet know. Yes, we'd have to have hospitals. We'd have to have missionaries, we'd have to have a book.

And I told you last night

about that historic meeting a few days later in a pilot in Akron.

The Akron Alcoholics were there, Murphy was there. I was there. And we heard these things upon those drugs,

and I told you how those drugs broke up into three sections. There was the Orthodox section who said, look,

that's the part of that.

This is what I said, the property manager, this will create a professional class. You can't do this to what?

And As for a book, we got along all right without a book.

If we have a book, we'll call what we put in it,

maybe it won't be right anyway.

And before what about the money about that book and who's going to publish it? Now? The strength of this thing is 1 drunk talking to one another and those pilots. So said the orthodox section of that day. And then the provolors, while you already know what they said, just got to have, got to have hospital got have. And the indifferent people, the people in the middle who really decided to think,

said, well, we don't want to be bothered with any of this.

What if we insert like, we got to have some doll? We think they'll have better go back to New York, where there's a lot of it and get it up.

So the indifferent

plus the promoter outvoted the Orthodox people at that time.

By later events showed it, the Orthodox people were not

all wrong. And I told you last night how Mr. Rockefeller, by giving him of himself but not of his money, save this moment from professionalism and property ownership.

Why did you know? We did come up with the book,

the one from which the reading is done tonight,

the core of which are those 12 principles, the early words and word of mouth program laid down in 12 concrete steps.

Happily, those steps have been accepted by the world of medicine

and by the world religion,

and almost, you might say, by the world in German

since that day. But when that book, that tiny chip was launched on the world side of alcoholism,

none could then foresee what happened. And you remember times were very tough and the printer almost got the book. The sheriff moved in. We lost our house. Mr. Rockefeller gave us no money. We didn't hear from him for three years,

and then things began on fall and Liberty magazine published the piece. Some inquiries came in. We started to distribute them. The fall 1939 man came up to me only to say and said I came in on that Liberty fee. And you remember how in 1940 Mr. Rockefeller gave the dinner to all the rich men. We had about 5 billion in capital and bankers in the room, and we figured the time for the big touch was here. The money was coming in. Nothing of the thought happened.

He gave it himself, but none of his money once more. But he stood up, then publicly

make his reputation and place his confidence on 800 anonymous drunks.

Why? Vital contribution? What a realization and a decision on his part. How easily he could have unwittedly ruined God.

Oh yes, there have been many great realizations and many great decisions taken on this road which leads to our destiny, and they haven't all been taken by us. That was one of them,

and damn few have been taken by me too. I'll tell you that I'm going to not just inspire leadership idea right out of you in a minute.

Anyhow,

the owner of the big playoff game when Jack Alexander's piece occurred next Saturday Post and thousands upon thousands of inquiries from frantic drunks,

their wives and relatives poured in on that little New York office

and that announced for the world. The fifth thing was on the level and that the Saturday folk was saying so as much as I could say this is good folks come and get and how they did come and get it. You can Remember, Remember that whole time with dinner we had only yesterday all of the people there who came into the Los Angeles group at the time of the Post article?

Well, right then and there. Of course, we now see in retrospect that A A had come out of its infancy

added begun to enter its next space. The phase of adolescence

well without adolescents was especially fearsome, exciting and perilous time. You see, it has been proved that the individual could stay all in one piece by these principles and by working with others. But now the task wise, could these A A groups so rapidly forming stay in one piece?

And we made the rather

frightening discovery that just because drunks get sober, they don't necessarily get very good or very moral. They could still act like hell. And I don't mean maybe

they could be mean. They could be vindicated, they could gossip like the devil, they could strive for power and prestige, and they could push and shove each other around.

Oh yes, it was a wonderful society that was great joy in it, but that there there was, although mighty currents of dissolution were in there too. And as these groups began to form all over the country with such rapidity, we will be set with terrific problem.

And they began to write us in New York about these problems. What was the experience in those two or three older groups

and what problems they were? Well, you remember them

my Lord. I remember when the first ones in New York was where the people were getting out of the insane asylum. There was a code in New York called the cult of the pure alcoholic. Nothing the matter with an accepted drink. So when we began to take people out of the nut factory, we were scared to death. We said well it would be stand back. What would people think of this? A A with lunatic coming in out of the asylum

today 1/2 of the board of trustees are the alcoholic foundation or exercise inmates. Think of that one.

No, we lost that there.

Then they were queer people coming in now and then.

All we said our reputation, my God,

oh, we, we can't have we can't have people with other ailments.

Well, you know, and I know that some of those people have become our most respected and wonderful members. You and I look back with horror that we might have pushed them out.

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all, we no longer have those fairs. Then came the Panhandle, and then came the prestige seeking, and then came the politicians, and then came those quarrels over property. When we got into the club. Oh yes, the clubbers. A brand new set of problems. Boy meets girl and club. What next?

A pairs of big bad walls from the Little Red Riding Hood? Dissolution was near his hand, we thought.

And as in all time, the rock floors through the rocks, and

the women fell, I guess, sometimes. But they all got up again, doesn't they?

Ah, those were the days. The wonderful fearsome days of our adolescent

and on those hot handbills that experience we beat out the tradition of Alcoholics and not

we go. Saturdays began to say yes. The Commonwealth Fair

come must come first. Unless we can hang together as group, then as a movement, there will be little survival for any of us and none for the million yet to come. The common welfare has to come put.

And then in late years we began to talk about something called the group conscience. And when the word was first mentioned, we Alzheimer said the hell you say the group conscience, they haven't got any conscience. Look at the way they've caught us up after what we all the good we've done for them, all the good we've done for them. And look at how ungrateful these people are. Good conscious. What do you mean

today? We know better. We know that when you get a great crowd of people

clustered around these principles that they do have a conscience which is often much wiser about their own welfare than any inspired leadership. All how? Well, I remember my first experience with the group Conscience. Times were pretty hard at Clinton St. Brooklyn. The house is full of drunk. They were stewed most of the time. Lawrence was working in the damn department store,

and one day and I was up at Old Charlie's Town, who owned the drug tank where I'd originally dried out. Charlie called me in his office. He said, look, Billy said, I want to talk to you.

They said all that stuff. We've always had faith in this thing of yours. He said I didn't, but he said now I do. Said I know he only got 4050 members around here, but someday my family was going to fill Madison Square Garden with those drugs. I said, Doc, I used to think so, but I think you're a little imaginative. Not only should I believe that

I said, look, Phil, these other drugs are getting young, you're passing them up over their heads, are going back to work. Trucks may be pretty crazy, but none of them are stupid. They can certainly earn money if they can stay sober. And you, two people, you in law, you're starving to death. And As for the Rockefellers, what have they done? Now look, Bill, why don't you come in here and let me give you an office here and make your headquarters here,

and then you can get on my staff at the kind of a lay therapist. Call it anything you like.

It would be perfectly ethical. You know, I haven't tried to take any advantage of the fact that you got well in this place. We haven't tried to capitalize on the fact that Doctor Silkworth idea of sickness was a vital contribution to your society. Why don't you come in here and I'll put you on a darn good drawing account. I'll do more.

Years ago, in 1929, in the days of the stricken stockbrokers when they all had bankrolls, this place used to make several $1000 a month. Still,

today, we're just about breaking even. Times are high.

Our mind pulled out, took some of the business with it, but fell. If you'll come in here and make a perfectly ethical hookup with me,

I'll give you a third interest in this point.

I must confess

did I was terribly tempted,

but the temptation passed into a conviction that Charlie Townes was right,

and as I went home, I fell prey to our familiar I'll. I felt prey to a rationalization, a particularly good one, because it got it right out of the Bible. I thought to myself, yes Bill the laborer is worthy of retire.

So I live home and

life after an all day standing at department store with home cooking supper for the drunks around the house. None of them are getting well either. There's only the ones outside the house that got well,

and I said well

there, we're going to eat. Going to make this tie up with Charlie Town.

Well, she didn't seem too enthusiastic, but that seemed kind of nice that night. Is that meeting in the power

the drops commence from around the neighborhood somewhere in causing a very big meeting score of it there and excitedly I told him I just no opportunity

and as I talked I saw their faces fall

and when I had finished there was a dead time

and finally one hasn't spoke and I now know that he spoke with the group conscience. He's

Bill we know you and Lloyd are having a tough time. Maybe we can give you a lift.

But he said. Don't you know that if you tie this thing up to that particular hospital, the very hospital in the country will laugh because Charlie Pounds is telling God

the old ladies.

Don't you know, Bill, if you put yourself in that position that you'll become a professional?

Well, you can't do this thing to what? Said the group conscience