Looking back over a quarter of a century ago at a time when my old friend, Jack B., was helping me through some of the rough spots on the road to recovery I remember his words to me after I expressed my gratitude. He said three simple words. "Pass it on."
Jack taught me that I never have to drink again unless I want to. He taught me that people really can, and do, recover from alcoholism. He also taught me some things about me. Even though he and I had a falling out a few years down the road (and we never really dealt with that) I like to honor his memory now by doing what he suggested. I like to pass it on.
I recently learned that a friend, who also happens to be my sponsee, is now a sponsor for the first time. My only hope and wish is for him to do the same. Pass it on, brother, just pass it on.
