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."
Then one day my Higher Power, whom
I did not then believe in, arranged to create a community
project outside of A.A., but one which happened to involve
many AA members. We worked together, I got to know "them"
as people. I came to admire "them," even to like "them"
and, in spite of myself, to enjoy "them" "Their" practice
of the program in their daily lives--not just in talk at meetings--attracted
me and I wanted what they had. Suddenly the "they" became
"we." I have not had a drink since.