Joe shares his story at a Young People's event, tracing his alcoholism back to age 10 or 11 when he felt fundamentally different and separate from everyone around him. Despite growing up in a family where he should have felt safe, he was restless and out of place, always comparing himself to siblings who could process emotions he could not. At 13 he took his first drink and found what he had been searching for — something that made the pain go away. What followed was 17 years of drinking, drugs, 10 treatment centers, and a stint in the Michigan State Penitentiary for forgery.
The emotional center of his story is the day of his father's funeral. Joe was being detoxed in a sanitarium — on 125 milligrams of methadone, massive amounts of quaaludes, heroin, and vodka — when his father died of a stroke in the same hospital. His family blamed him. On the day of the funeral, despite promising his mother he would not show up drunk, he had two beers that became twenty, and a guard chained him to a tree by his ankle at his own father's graveside. He tells this not for drama but to illustrate powerlessness: the allergy of the body and the obsession of the mind working together.
Joe got sober August 17, 1982, in Denver, Colorado, after waking up in a motel room unable to drink for the first time. He spent five and a half months going to meetings in a state of untreated alcoholism — restless, irritable, discontented — before asking a man he had heard at his very first meeting to sponsor him. That sponsor took him through the Big Book from the title page through page 164, and Joe describes in detail how the steps came alive: the first step split into two separate truths, the spiritual malady described on page 52, the fourth-column resentment inventory that forced him to see his own part, and the freedom of making direct amends. He went back to Michigan and 13 people he owed amends to walked into the same nightclub in chronological order.
Now living in Santa Monica with about six and a half years of sobriety, Joe closes with the Michelangelo metaphor: Higher Power as sculptor, the steps and traditions and fellowship as chisel, chipping away everything that does not look like Joe. He insists he is not sober out of virtue but out of desperation — the same motive that once drove him to drink now drives him to give this program away.
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