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What Keeps Me

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Service is what keeps me in the program. There is no “as if” in it; my life truly does depend on it. Doing service at the group, intergroup, and region levels gets me out of my own head. Doing service for others enables me to be useful, and that is a positive feeling. When I do service, I feel like I am part of the group rather than an observer looking in from the outside. When I first came into program in July 2004, doing service was a way for me to connect to people. Ours is a disease of isolation.

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