A Ward of the Probate Court

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Welcome back my friends to the big book podcast. My name is Howard and I'm an alcoholic sober since nineteen eighty eight one day at a time in this episode the Thirteenth Story from the personal stories section of the first edition of alcoholics anonymous published in nineteen thirty nine. It's entitled Award of the Probate Court and was printed only in the first edition of the big book. This relatively short story provides a glimpse of the formative years obey when old timers were those with two or three years sober but whose perseverance and dedication made possible a solid foundation for the entire a movement and now the original story award of the probate court at about the time. My graduation from high school a State University was established in our city on the call for an office assistant. I was recommended by my superintendent and got the position. I was rather his choice in pride but a few years later I met him in a nearby city and panhandle him for two bucks for drinks. I grew with the institution and advanced in position. I took a year off for ten minutes at an Engineering College at College. I refrain from any hilarious celebrating. Drinking War was declared. I was away from home on business at the state capital where my mother couldn't raise objections and I enlisted overseas. I was on five fronts from Alsace. Up to the North Sea upon relief from the lines back in the rest area being rouge and Cognac helped in the letdown from trying circumstances. I was introduced to the exhilaration of intoxication. The old spirit. What the Hell Heine may have you tagged. Didn't help towards any moderation in drinking then. We had many casualties but one of the real catastrophes was the lost of a POW. A lieutenant who died from the. Dt's over there after it was all over. This didn't slow me up and back in the states I had a big fling before returning home. My plans were to cover up with my mother and the girl I was to marry that I had become addicted to alcohol but exposed the fact on the day. Our engagement was announced on the way I met a training camp. Buddy got drunk and miss the party booze had got over. Its first real blow on me. I saw her briefly that night but didn't have the guts to face. Her people the Romance was over to forget I engaged in super active life and social fraternal and civic promotion of my community. This all outside my position. In the president's Office of the State University I became a leader. The big flash in the PAN are organized and was first commander of the American Legion Post. Raised funds and built a fine memorial. Clubhouse was secretary a belks. Eagles Chamber of Commerce City Club and active as an operator officer in political circles. I was always a good fellow and control my drinking indulging only in sprees and private clubs or away from home I was deposed from the executive position at the college by political change in the governorship of the state I knew the sales manager of Securities Division of a large utility corporation in Wall Street and started to sell securities the issues and the market were good and I had a fine opportunity. I was away from home and I began to drink heavily to get away from my drinking associates. I managed to be transferred to another city. But this didn't help booze had me. My sales and commissions diminished. I remained almost in a continuous stupor on my drawing account until I was released. I braced up got sober and made a good connection with the steamship agency. A concern promoting European travel and study at most all important universities in Europe. Those were the bathtub gin days and for drinking in about my office. I held out in this position for only a year. I was now engaged to be married. And fortunately I got another position as a salesman for a large corporation I worked hard was successful and my drinking became. I was married and my wife soon learned that I was no social drinker. I tried hard to control it but could not. There were many separations and she would return home. I would make pledges in a sincere effort and then my top would blow off again. I began here to take sanitarium treatments to satisfy my wife and my folks I had a great capacity for drink and work with the help of Turkish baths BROMO SELTZER ASPIRIN. I to the job. I became top notch or in the entire salesforce of the country. I was assigned to more special territory and finally into the market of keenest competition. I was top rate and salary one bonus awards and was bringing in the volume but there was always the drawback. My excessive drinking made at times I was called in once twice and warned. Finally I wasn't to be tolerated any longer. Although I was doing a good job I had lasted five and a half years. I lost my wife along with my job and find income. This was a terrible jolt I tried for a hookup but I had a black eye marring a good record. I became discouraged and depressed. I saw relief with booze. There began the four black years of my life. I had returned home to the community where I had been so prominent these were dry days still and I hung out at the clubs with bars. I got so I would last on a job but a few days just until I could get an advance for drinks. I began to get entangled with the law arrested for driving while intoxicated and drunk and disorderly conduct my folks heard of the cure at the state hospital. I was picked up drunk and sent there by the probate court. I was administered. Parral to hide and came to in receiving ward among lunatics. I was transferred to another word of less violent cases and I found a little group of alcoholics and junkers dope addicts. I learned from them the seriousness of being award of the probate court. I felt then if I ever got released. The old devil alcohol would never get me in a jam like this again in times of great distress. Such as this I would pray to God for help. I was fortunate and was released after eleven days and nights brought up in the laughing academy bughouse. That was enough. I wanted no more of it. I took a job as a manager of a club and put myself to the old acid test. I was going to really assert my willpower. I even tended bar part of the time. But never imbibed a bit. This lasted about three months. I went to an annual convention of my overseas division and came to locked up in a cheap hotel room. New shoes suit coat hat and purse missing. I must have slipped badly then followed much drinking in trouble. After a few arrests for intoxication the law decided another sojourn to the State Hospital would tame me. They jumped the stay this time from eleven days to eleven weeks. It was getting tough for me. I came out in good physical condition and held the fear of getting probate again thinking the siege might be eleven months. I got another job. Stay Dry for about two months and off to the races again. I became terribly weak. Couldn't eat and try to get nourishment from booze and mostly only bootleg that one time. I just made it to a hospital and another time. A police patrol took me to the hospital. Instead of jail. I suffered badly from insomnia as many as three shots in the arm had no effect I would get in shape and back at it again. I was going to battle to finish. The time came when I was to be paid. My soldiers bonus I had the limit or maximum coming friends. Advise my folks to send me to a veteran's hospital before I got this money in my hands. I was pro baited again. Held in a county jail for two weeks and sent again to the asylum. This was my summer resort for three months. I was on the waiting list for the Veterans Hospital but I got into such wonderful physical condition from eating and working out of doors that I was released. I reached home full of resentment against my folks for their having my money tied up in a guardianship I went out and got saturated and landed in jail. I had been free from the asylum for about eight hours behind the bars again. So soon this was bad however I was freed again the next day and this was my last confinement with the

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