Daily reflections - February 21
At once, I became a part—if only a tiny part—of a cosmos.
. . . AS BILL SEES IT, p. 225
When I first came to A.A., I decided that "they" were very nice people—perhaps a little naive, a little too friendly, but basically decent, earnest people (with whom I had nothing in common). I saw "them" at meetings—after all, that was where "they" existed. I shook hands with "them" and, when I went out the door, I forgot about "them."