GO TO ANY LENGTH!
The following 'memory' of mine was recalled upon reading Banana Girl's blog, and Jeanne's adventure in finding a 7:30 AM meeting new to her:
The AA Clubhouse in Gatlinburg Tennessee used to be located way above, and in back of a cocktail lounge. Up many, many stairs, almost a scary walk, up a steep hill. We habitually made the trek there each year as we traveled through the mountains.
One year we found the clubhouse closed, and the bartender on street level gave us some vague directions to a new noon AA meeting place.
All we could find at the given address--and it was already past the noon meeting time-- was a real estate office, so I asked the lone Realtor if she could direct us to a meeting of Alcoholics Anonymous. I just 'knew' she thought she had a couple 'live' ones looking to buy a log cabin site, up on one of those beautifully located, lushly forested mountain tops.
Instead of showing disappointment, she jumped up, turned out the lights, pulled on a sweater, closed the blinds, turned off the A/C and said, "I thank God that you stopped in. Follow me. It's been a whole week since I've been to a meeting and I really need one today! Let's hurry--we're late."
Two minutes later we were sitting in chairs surrounded by all the familiar accouterments of a typical AA room, including--but not limited to--some wonderful alcoholic friends, of whom several we remembered. And I thanked my Higher Power for looking after us, for doing for us what we could not. And the whole roomful of about twenty men and women thanked Him with us. Amen!
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