Bill W Essays On Education

Dr. Bob and Bill W. Speak

In Dr. Bob and Bill W. Speak, author Michael Fitzpatrick uses years of letters, journal
entries, and recorded speeches to illuminate the founding moments of AA. In this excerpt
from a speech given in Atlanta in 1951, Bill W. tells his story of seeking out a fellow alcoholic in a moment of imminent relapse and, thanks to Henrietta Seiberling, the woman who introduced Bill and Bob, setting the course for what would become Alcoholics Anonymous.

The Meeting That Changed History

Certainly many alcoholics coming into AA today can identify at some level with Bill's dilemma. He was newly sober, jobless, and experiencing feelings of limited self-worth and fear of the future. He believed that he could stay sober after his spectacular spiritual experience, but questioned if anyone else would have the same experience. He had tried for nearly six months to help others in New York to get and stay sober with no results.

I'm not sure of the source, but I have heard that Lois lifted Bill's spirits by suggesting that, although he wasn't successful in getting anyone to stay sober, his working with others had been keeping him sober. Also, although Bill couldn't know this at the time, it's a matter of record that some of the people Bill initially worked with later became sober and joined AA.

Shortly before Bill traveled to Akron, he visited with his friend Dr. Silkworth. Bill often spoke of that meeting and Dr. Silkworth's suggestions, which he was able to utilize when he met Dr. Bob for the first time.

In a 1951 speech in Atlanta, after recapping his spiritual experience, Bill shared the story of the events leading up to that visit to Akron, the visit that brought the two men together at the invitation of a woman named Henrietta Seiberling.

Well, to me this had come with such mysterious power--yet on such utterly simple terms. Of course I thought, as you would have thought, "Why, 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? Why of course, ‘one alcoholic was talking to another.'" He [Ebby] must have struck me deep; he must have deflated me way down and made room for the grace of God that was forever blocked 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 another.

Maybe that was the clue! If you were in my place, you would have started to work frantically with other alcoholics, and I did--just as many of you have since done, nearly all of you in fact. I worked with these others and told them of this sudden experience--which incidentally down in New York is called by the cynical "Bill Wilson's Hot Flash." The drunks in those early days weren't a damn bit impressed with that "hot flash" business. They all tapped their heads and said, "NO."

So I worked, and I worked, and I worked; well you know what the defect was, I had become a preacher. I was talking off a moral hilltop. For with this experience came a liability, a certain spiritual pride, a conceit. I fancied I was divinely appointed to fix up all the drunks in the world. Boy, how the drunks 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?"

Under that gentle prodding I used to go over to Wall Street where I once had been, and I sat around on chairs in brokerage shops, and that made it look to folks like I was working. One day I'm sitting beside a stranger and we fall into a conversation and you know how things can snowball in the streets. All of a sudden it falls into a deal and very suddenly I'm in the midst of a proxy row, and all of a sudden I find I have a controlling interest in a little company and it looks like they're going to elect me president of a little company out in Akron, Ohio. All this rolled up in a matter of a couple weeks resulting from a conversation with a stranger.

On what slender threads this destiny of ours has often hung.

So I'm in Akron and I'm going to be elected president of the company. Now we're going to be respectful. We will 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 drunks. And we'll get Lois out of that damned department store!

Those were my thoughts. This new crowd threw their proxies on the table, but they didn't have enough so I wasn't president. They took off in the general direction of New York, leaving me broke in the hotel lobby of the Mayflower Akron. With waves of anger and self-pity--fierce anger too because I suspected those proxies had been forged--suddenly I realized I was in danger of getting drunk. And I panicked and alternately I was looking in a bar. It was a Saturday afternoon and that familiar buzz was rising in there. I thought maybe I can scrape up an acquaintance and maybe have a glass of ginger ale. Oh, there started the old rationalization train; but this time I had been restored to sanity. I spotted that typical train of rationalizations and I said, "Hey, look out, you're gonna get drunk--you're gonna get drunk!"

What shall I do? Then came another realization of those other alcoholics; none of them had sobered up, but how often had my anger, and tension, and self-pity 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 this was a basic realization.

I sought one out and you know that prodigious chain of circumstance, which could have been nothing but providential. This brought me face to face with Dr. Bob and dear Anne [Dr. Bob's wife] in the living room of a non-alcoholic [Henrietta Seiberling]. One who of a great crowd of people was the only one who seemed to have time enough and seemed to care enough to bring that meeting about. I told Dr. Bob about alcoholism, the malady of my own experience of drinking, of my release, and, frankly, of my present peril. I told him how much I needed him and I think we had begun to get the essentials of it, for something passed between us. Something happened; I think AA began right there, on that June day in 1935.


Excerpted from Dr. Bob and Bill W. Speak by Michael Fitzpatrick. Fitzpatrick is coauthor with William G. Borchert of 1000 Years of Sobriety and author of the first book under the Legacy 12 imprint, We Recovered Too. He is one of the leading historians and speakers in the field of alcoholism, specializing in the development of the Twelve Step movement. He owns what is possibly the largest audio archive related to the Twelve Step movement ever assembled: more than three thousand original reel-to-reel recordings of the voices of the men and women who pioneered the Twelve Step movement.

Dr. Bob and Bill W. Speak: AA's Cofounders Tell Their Stories

Softcover, 232 pages, with audio CD

Learn about the luminaries behind one of the greatest social movements of our time through the never-before-published recordings, letters, and stories found in this intimate multimedia retrospective.

This unique book and audio CD draw on letters, journal entries, and speeches from Alcoholics Anonymous (AA) conferences and recorded conversations to tell the personal stories of AA cofounders Dr. Bob and Bill W. The book and CD reveal the cofounders' unique contributions to the creation and development of AA, the Big Book, and the Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions. The book explores their lives, starting with their early drinking days, while the audio recordings begin with their first speeches in the 1940s and continue through Bill W.'s last talk given at the Miami International Convention in 1970, just months before he died.

AA historian and archivist Michael Fitzpatrick used his research conducted at Stepping Stones (the former home of Bill W.) and Dr. Bob's home, excerpts from the AA Grapevine, and his own private collection to offer this multimedia retrospective.

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    The phrase “God As We Understand Him” is perhaps the most important expression to be found in our whole AA vocabulary. Within the compass of these five significant words there can be included every kind and degree of faith, together with the positive assurance that each of us may choose his own. Scarcely less valuable to us are those supplemental expressions – “A Higher Power” and “A Power Greater Than Ourselves.” For all who deny, or seriously doubt a deity, these frame an open door over whose threshold the unbeliever can take his first easy step into a reality hitherto unknown to him – the realm of faith.

     In AA such breakthroughs are everyday events. They are all the more remarkable when we reflect that a working faith had once seemed an impossibility of the first magnitude to perhaps half of our present membership of three hundred thousand. To all these doubters has come the great discovery that as soon as they could cast their main dependence upon a “higher power” – even upon their own AA groups – they had turned that blind corner which had always kept the open highway from their view. From this time on – assuming they tried hard to practice the rest of the AA program with a relaxed and open mind – an ever deepening and broadening faith, a veritable gift, had invariably put in its sometimes unexpected and often mysterious appearance.

      We much regret that these facts of AA life are not understood by the legion of alcoholics in the world around us. Any number of them are bedeviled by the dire conviction that if every they go near AA they will be pressured to conform to some particular brand of faith or theology. They just don’t realize that faith is never a necessity for AA membership; that sobriety can be achieved with an easily acceptable minimum of it; and that our concepts of a higher power and God as we understand Him afford everyone a nearly unlimited choice of spiritual belief and action.

      How to transmit this good news is one of our most challenging problems in communication, for which there may be no fast or sweeping answer. Perhaps our public information services could begin to emphasize this all-important aspect of AA more heavily. And within our own ranks we might well develop a more sympathetic awareness of the acute plight of these really isolated and desperate sufferers. In their aid we can settle for no less than the best possible attitude and the most ingenious action that we can muster.

      We can also take a fresh look at the problem of “no faith” as it exists right on our own doorstep. Though three hundred thousand did recover in the last twenty-five years, maybe half a million more have walked into our midst, and then out again. No doubt some were too sick to make even a start. Others couldn’t or wouldn’t admit their alcoholism. Still others couldn’t face up to their underlying personality defects. Numbers departed for still other reasons.

      Yet we can’t well content ourselves with the view that all these recovery failures were entirely the fault of the newcomers themselves. Perhaps a great many didn’t receive the kind and amount of sponsorship they so sorely needed. We didn’t communicate when we might have done so. So we AA’s failed them. Perhaps more often than we think, we still make no contact at depth with those suffering the dilemma of no faith.

      Certainly none are more sensitive to spiritual cocksureness, pride and aggression than they are. I’m sure this is something we too often forget. In AA’s first years I all but ruined the whole undertaking with this sort of unconscious arrogance. God as I understood Him had to be for everybody. Sometimes my aggression was subtle and sometimes it was crude. But either way it was damaging – perhaps fatally so – to numbers of non-believers. Of course this sort of thing isn’t confined to Twelfth Step work. It is very apt to leak out into our relationships with everybody. Even now, I catch myself chanting that same old barrier-building refrain, “Do as I do, believe as I do – or else!”

      Here’s a recent example of the high cost of spiritual pride. A very tough-minded prospect was taken to his first AA meeting. The first speaker majored on his own drinking pattern. The prospect seemed impressed. The next two speakers (or maybe lecturers) each themed their talks on “God as I understand Him.” This could have been good, too, but it certainly wasn’t. The trouble was their attitude, the way they presented their experience. They did ooze arrogance. In fact, the final speaker got far overboard on some of his personal theological convictions. With perfect fidelity, both were repeating my performance of years before. Quite unspoken, yet implicit in everything they said, was the same idea – “Folks, listen to us. We have the only true brand of AA – and you’d better get it!”

      The new prospect said he’d had it – and he had. His sponsor protested that this wasn’t real AA. But it was too late; nobody could touch him after that. He also had a first class alibi for yet another bender. When last heard from, an early appointment with the undertaker seemed probable.

      Fortunately, such rank aggression in the name of spirituality isn’t often seen nowadays. Yet this sorry and unusual episode can be turned to good account. We can ask ourselves whether, in less obvious but nevertheless destructive forms, we are not more subject to fits of spiritual pride than we had supposed. If constantly worked at, I’m sure that no kind of self-survey could be more beneficial. Nothing could more surely increase our communication with each other and with God.

      Many years ago a so-called “unbeliever” brought me to see this very clearly. He was an M.D. and a fine one. I met him and his wife Mary at the home of a friend in a midwestern city. It was purely a social evening. Our fellowship of alcoholics was my sole topic and I pretty much monopolized the conversation. Nevertheless, the doctor and his lady seemed truly interested and he asked many questions. But one of them made me suspect that he was an agnostic, or maybe an atheist.

      This promptly triggered me, and I set out to convert him, then and there. Deadly serious, I actually bragged about my spectacular spiritual experience of the year before. The doctor mildly wondered if that experience might not be something other than I thought it was. This hit me hard, and I was downright rude. There had been no real provocation; the doctor was uniformly courteous, good humored and even respectful. Not a little wistfully, he said he often wished he had a firm faith, too. But plainly enough, I had convinced him of nothing.

      Three years later I revisited my midwestern friend. Mary, the doctor’s wife, came by for a call and I learned that he had died the week before. Much affected, she began to speak of him.

      His was a noted Boston family, and he’d been Harvard educated. A brilliant student, he might have gone on to fame in his profession. He could have enjoyed a wealthy practice and a social life among old friends. Instead, he had insisted on being a company doctor in what was a strife-torn industrial town. When Mary had sometimes asked why they didn’t go back to Boston, he would take her hand and say, “Maybe you are right, but I can’t bring myself to leave. I think the people at the company really need me.”

      Mary then recalled that she had never known her husband to complain seriously about anything, or to criticize anyone bitterly. Though he appeared to be perfectly well, the doctor had slowed down in his last five years. When Mary prodded him to go out evenings, or tried to get him to the office on time, he always came up with a plausible and good-natured excuse. Not until his sudden last illness did she know what all this while he had carried about a heart condition that could have done him in at any moment. Except for a single doctor on his own staff, no one had an inkling. When she reproached him about this, he simply said, “Well, I could see no good in causing people to worry about me – especially you, my dear.”

      This was the story of a man of great spiritual worth. The hallmarks were plain to be seen: humor and patience, gentleness and courage, humility and dedication, unselfishness and love – a demonstration I might never come near to making myself. This was the man I had chided and patronized. This was the “unbeliever” I had presumed to instruct!

      Mary told us this story more than twenty years ago. Then, for the first time, it burst in upon me how very dead faith can be – when minus responsibility. The doctor had an unwavering belief in his ideals. But he also practiced humility, wisdom and responsibility. Hence his superb demonstration.

      My own spiritual awakening had given me a built-in faith in God – a gift indeed. But I had been neither humble nor wise. Boasting of my faith, I had forgotten my ideals. Pride and irresponsibility had taken their place. By so cutting off my own light, I had little to offer my fellow alcoholics. At last I saw why many had gone away – some of them forever.

      Therefore, faith is more than our greatest gift; its sharing with others is our greatest responsibility. So may we of AA continually seek the wisdom and the willingness by which we may well fulfill that immense trust which the Giver of all perfect gifts has placed in our hands.

Copyright © The A.A. Grapevine, Inc., April 1961

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