Marty J. from Saskatoon shares at a Portland retreat hosted by Lenny, marking 23 years sober since February 8, 1976. He opens by ribbing the 48-year member and the ritual of the out-of-town speaker in a suit, then plants his flag on the line he wrote in a newcomer's book: every day you get in Alcoholics Anonymous, they can't take back. He says that single premise is what kept him sober in the beginning, and he still lives by it as a daily reprieve contingent on his spiritual condition.
The meat of the talk is powerlessness and unmanageability — the em-dash in Step One, as he calls it. He had a committee in his head from age eleven, got thrown down two flights of stairs by his father on Christmas night, and didn't grasp he was alcoholic until ninety days and countless meetings later when it hit him on a Saskatoon freeway. He recounts an educated man named Bob reducing alcoholism to 'your drinker is broke,' and Franklin Williams pointing him to the Chapter to the Agnostic definition of a real alcoholic — someone who, once started, cannot bring to mind with sufficient force the suffering of a week before.
His sponsor Dwayne is the gravitational center: a gorilla who kidnapped him rather than sponsored him, threatened to bring him his first drink and then break every bone in his body, kicked him out of AA over a Nestor Pister tape for being spiritually self-righteous, and drove him seven hours to Swift Current to hear the world's authority on humility — who turned out to be Marty himself. Through those humiliations he learned the steps in order, worked a Fourth on resentments that were cutting him off from the sunlight of the spirit, and watched a character defect he carried for thirty-five years lift on February 6, 1999.
He closes with the Hawaii story — standing at sunset feeling too small to speak, hearing his own voice say 'just tell them to believe their own miracles,' and a man with eleven years of slipping telling him afterward that a screen of every miracle in his life had scrolled across his eyes. Marty's message: the steps are the only thing that gets this noisy receiver of a mind onto one frequency long enough to hear something with clarity, and the God-shaped hole will not be filled by liquor, money, prestige, or position — only by becoming useful.
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