I came to A.A. green--a seedling quivering with exposed taproots.
It was for survival but it was a beginning. I stretched, developed,
twisted, but with the help of others, my spirit eventually
burst up from the roots. I was free. I acted, withered, went
inside, prayed, acted again, understood anew, as one moment
of perception struck. Up from my roots, sprit-arms lengthened
into strong, green shoots: high-springing servants stepping
Here on earth God unconditionally
continues the legacy of higher love. My A.A. life put me "
on a different footing . . . . [my] roots grasped a new soil" (Alcoholics
Anonymous, p 12).