It was July of 2013. I was 17 years old. I had just moved to Las Vegas at around three weeks sober, fresh back from a relapse the month before. I was standing in front of a Friday night speaker meeting in the western part of the city. A person, who I barely knew, asked if I wanted to be a greeter for the 80 or so people that were attending the meeting. I said yes and while incredibly uncomfortable, greeted every single person that walked into the door. I was 30 days sober. Thus was my introduction to Service in Alcoholics Anonymous.
It was August of 2014. I was little over a year sober. Through a series of events, my life as I knew it fell apart. I returned to Illinois with a few dollars in my pocket and a suitcase full of clothes with a hint of desperation for something more. I sat in a small room with about 8 other recovering alcoholics, some of which were there from my first attempt at getting sober in my hometown of Normal, Illinois. It was a bid committee meeting for the Illinois State Conference of Young People in Alcoholics Anonymous. I was 18 years old. I began to hope again. It was this committee meeting that introduced me to the fellowship I craved.
I am now 19 years old. I write this about 15 miles south of Boston, Massachusetts as a member of the Boston Bid for ICYPAA. I am still sober. Service saved my life. It can save yours too.