April 25

April 25 – AM          Page 83, Into Action, Chapter 6

Yes, there is a long period of reconstruction ahead.  We must take the lead.  A remorseful mumbling that we are sorry won’t fill the bill at all.  We ought to sit down with the family and frankly analyze the past as we now see it, being very careful not to criticize them.  Their defects may be glaring, but the chances are that our own actions are partly responsible.  So we clean house with the family, asking each morning in meditation that our Creator show us the way of patience, tolerance, kindliness and love.

April 25 – PM          Page 179-180, Doctor Bob’s Nightmare, Part I

We entered her house at exactly five o’clock and it was eleven fifteen when we left.  I had a couple of shorter talks with this man afterward, and stopped drinking abruptly.  This dry spell lasted for about three weeks; then I went to Atlantic City to attend several days’ meeting of a national society of which I was a member.  I drank all the scotch they had on the train and bought several quarts on my way to the hotel.  This was on Sunday.  I got tight that night, stayed sober Monday till after the dinner and then proceeded to get tight again.  I drank all I dared in the bar, and then went to my room to finish the job.  Tuesday I started in the morning, getting well organized by noon.  I did not want to disgrace myself so I then checked out.  I bought some more liquor on the way to the depot.  I had to wait some time for the train.  I remember nothing from then on until I woke up at a friend’s house, in a town near home.  These good people notified my wife, who sent my newly made friend over to get me.  He came and got me home and to bed, gave me a few drinks that night, and one bottle of beer the next morning.
That was June 10, 1935, and that was my last drink.  As I write nearly four years have passed.