Control

We know that no real alcoholic ever recovers control. . .
We are convinced to a man that alcoholics of our type are in the grips of a progressive illness.
Over any considerable period we get worse, never better.
We are like men who have lost their legs; they never grow new ones.

When we try to control our drinking, we have already lost control.

S W A T = Surrender, Willingness, Action, Trust.



We cannot change the directions of the wind, but we can adjust our sails.

Have a beautiful day unless you plan otherwise.