Sandy B. delivers his classic Drop the Rock talk. A Marine Corps pilot who lost his wings after heart palpitations and blackout episodes in the cockpit — caused by drinking, though the psychiatrist blamed a childhood fear of airplanes — Sandy became an air traffic controller bringing in planes in bad weather while drinking around the clock. He tells the legendary story of passing out at noon on a Saturday with 90 seconds before the liquor store closed, trembling hands, a fork trying to undo knotted shoelaces, and his solution: buying a pair of loafers and genuinely believing he'd made progress.
After a grand mal seizure at Marine Corps school and DTs at Bethesda Naval Hospital, he found himself low man in the nut ward where even the schizophrenics told him he ought to stop drinking. A huge man named Bill showed up for a 12-step call and dragged him to meetings for 30 days. Sandy describes his terror of the Third Step — convinced Higher Power had been keeping score since childhood, with 275,000 years minimum in purgatory.
His sponsor said just turn your life over to whatever will take it, and the miracle is that your life will no longer be managed by an idiot. He closes with the Drop the Rock metaphor: all our old ideas are a 150-pound rock we're clutching while drowning, and AA keeps yelling from the boat to let it go.
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