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dalin
02-20-2008, 07:35 PM
Chapter Seventeen

MIAMI LITERATURE CONFERENCE

The Miami Literature Conference was held in a small church auditorium in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. The grounds were beautiful and the white stucco building contained plenty of the tables they would need for the workers. It was to begin just after the World Convention in Miami.

The usual equipment was in place except for one thing, a telephone. While there was a pay phone near, the host committee felt that communication with out of towners was cutting down on the efficiency of the work and wouldn't get a phone despite concerns expressed by attending members.

An odd thing had happened at the World Convention. Roger and Bo met one morning early and were finally talking. Roger apologized for some of the things he had been saying and doing that he felt were out of line. Bo had heard of these things but had not had an opportunity to talk with Roger about them directly. He knew something was wrong. He hoped this early morning talk was the beginning of an easing of difficulties between them. He felt that if they were to disagree openly, it would hurt the Book.

It seemed like they were going to talk it all out when two young women came up and hugged Bo. They were effusive in the N.A. way of things and chatted a moment before going back to work on the registration desk. Bo looked around for Roger and found him sitting in a nearby chair. He walked over and sat down to resume their talk and Roger glared at him. He said, "If I had a gun in Ohio, I would have shot you." He got up and walked away. They never talked as friends again until years later.

Bo tried to renew the talk but it was over. He never did understand this. He tried to get Roger to tell him what it was about and Roger wouldn't talk. In the end, Bo just had to let go of it.

The Lit Conference started up with the usual preliminaries but the difference was that this time attending members knew that they were going to be resuming workshops on familiar drafts. Most had been to preceding lit conferences. The lessening of communication between the WLC and the local literature committees throughout the United States resulted in fewer members but of those who came, the experience and increasing competence was beginning to show in the work. They went into the week's work dedicated, prepared and hopeful that the Book might get done before they left for home.

The center of the large meeting hall was dominated by the now standard long folding tables arranged in a circle. This arrangement permitted a maximum number of members to sit with copies of the material and react to it with full eye contact.

Drafts of the various chapters workshoped in smaller groups were read and discussed point by point, word by word and paragraph by paragraph. While there was tension in the air, it was never allowed to interfere with the work. Any N.A. member in the world who showed up could help and participate in the workshops and the editing. They would come in, be greeted and made to feel welcome and wander around sitting in on different workshops, not knowing what to expect. They listened, received copies of work and used the simple mechanism of raising their hand to be recognized by the group.

Work at the large table involved reading and fine tuning pieces. Next, the pieces went to workshops with recommendations or comments. Specific changes would be made if the material had to be retyped. A workshop could bring a piece into the main group to get help dealing with a specific problem but mainly whole chapters were considered.

As was now the custom, each draft was marked by the name of the conference site and the number of the subsequent drafts produced there. So, we began with Ohio finals and went through Miami 1, Miami 2 and so on through the Miami final draft for each chapter. Sydney R. and Sally E. were in attendance and full participation. Sally was a member of the N.A. World Service Board of Trustees and her presence and support enhanced the effort. She and Sydney had come into the Santa Monica Lit Conference and been a part of the movement ever since. Sydney had continued with the local literature committee in Los Angeles and both were now veteran lit workers proving that addicts in recovery can write.

There were several members from the Miami area who had moved in from New York City. They were very frustrated. A law in New York called the Rockefeller Act forbade the association of known felons, and had the effect of outlawing N.A. recovery in New York.

These members, one of whom was Paul, were making regular trips to New York to pass out N.A. literature including 'Gray Forms'! How N.A.

The lit committee had taken on some aspects of a traveling road show. The Committee files were now contained in three large foot lockers. When regular committee members unloaded the lockers from a pickup truck, you almost expected to see drums sets, guitars and amplifiers come out! Naturally, the members loved this air of mystery but there were no mixed ideas as to who they were and the job they were committed to completing.

Many of the same people had been showing up for each succeeding conference. This lent continuity and allowed some conventions to develop. These general practices helped the group to deal with the extreme conditions of working fifteen, eighteen or more hours at a stretch. Then sleeping six hours only to get up and do it again.

Such was the concentration of this core group that the newer members could pick up on the spirituality and mentality of the work with almost no orientation and very few questions. Many of these were lit workers back home. Many had received the WLC letters for years by now. The group of a hundred or so members had become welded into a spiritual working body. They were working from material gathered from over a thousand members inputting directly to the WLC or through local literature committees. This allowed the committee to go beyond the usual statement that committees don't write books.

At the end of the week, the work still wasn't finished. The material had been taken through several drafts of each chapter. While the group was willing to set another conference date, it also decided to move the Conference to a nearby clubhouse for N.A. meetings in Ft. Lauderdale.

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The work resumed and the disagreements were getting fewer and fewer over more specific items out of the general body of the material. There were ten chapters in all which still related to the original chapters from Lincoln but titles had changed and the contents had been through succeeding revolutions. As many as fifty present knew the entire body of material. Many knew the origins or the material and the various versions it had gone through from conference to conference.

While up to the last moment, everyone expected another conference would be necessary, Bo could sense that the material was nearly completed, at least as far as the group currently working on it could take it. He sat in on discussion, watched faces and talked with members outside the main discussion area.

The feeling was growing in him that all was done that could be done for now. After several hours of this, the feeling was so strong that he asked to address the group. You asked, you didn't tell this group anything.

Right at the point were he did this, discussion had broken down and two extremely hard working and hard minded members were squaring off with the words, "I'll see you about this at the next Conference!"

Into this moment, Bo expressed the concern that Joseph had brought up. If some general agreement wasn't reached soon, there would be no time to prepare an approval form before the annual WSC in the Spring. The material had to be out for a considerable time for N.A.'s world wide to look at it before a vote for approval would be feasible or valid at the upcoming WSC. Although it was September, it would take the Committee some time to raise the money and get the material printed.

Brushing off his sleepiness and forcing himself to full attention, Bo appealed to the members present to get real about their feelings and work toward some agreement. If it came down to a few simple points that could be discussed and voted on by attending members, then the material would be ready to approve within the Committee. If they lacked unity as a committee now, how could they expect the Conference to approve the material?

He gently reminded the group that the Committee had never expected to satisfy everyone on every point and issue. Consensus of fact and feeling was their objective.. If more Conferences were really needed, then we could do that. That was not what the members had been saying. They had been saying that they wanted a little more on sponsorship in this one chapter. They were countered by another member who felt that there was enough on that in another chapter. In other words they were discussing the material in terms of finalization.

Bo said, if chapters one through ten met with the Committees approval, they should approve it and let it go. He knew better than to take up much time with all this. They were tired. They had been working all week after attending the four day Miami World Convention. Neither did he want to push them into something they didn't really feel.

Part of the ongoing discussion of the Committee included the careful filing of the successive drafts of the Basic Text chapters. This material, including the variety of ways each statement was addressed in different edits was thought to be a safeguard against permanently loosing anything of importance since the material would be available for later study, after the first Basic Text was done. Additional future works of all types was also a big part of the WLC's vision for the future. First the Book had to be approved and in use for a number of years.

Within the hour, the Basic Text of Narcotics Anonymous was approved for printing an 'Approval Form' by the World Literature Committee of Narcotics Anonymous. The impossible had been done.



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dalin
02-20-2008, 07:38 PM
Chapter Eighteen

MID-SOUTH REGIONAL SERVICE CONFERENCE

It was the night of the full moon when the book was done. Bo, Joseph and Jim were in a motel room on Miami Beach with a beautiful view of the moon over the Atlantic Ocean. The three men had worked hard over the years and they were both thrilled and baffled. They had been working so hard so long and against odds so terrific that it was a little hard for them to adjust to the reality of the work was at an end, at least for the moment.

They decided that they ought to call Greg who had in a way been the supporting force in the background of the work. Without his early support and ongoing faith in the work, they may not have managed to maintain the level of courage and clarity the effort had demanded.

Greg had moved to Oregon to build a school house on some family land for a special education program. Wolf Creek, Oregon seemed a long way off. Although it was three o'clock on the East Coast, they dialed the number. He came on the line and they told him the WLC had voted to send out the material to the Fellowship for approval. The Book was done.

It was a profound moment for them all. Each had spent hundreds of hours on the phone with each other and thousands with the many members who did the main work. Each in their own way had seen a real dream come true - something that made the faith and love from the meetings available to addicts seeking recovery all over the world. None of it had come easy. Each had paid a personal price.

Unspoken were the conversations with the members who had come to help. Their dreams were coming true as well. It was so good to have finally been a part of something worthy. The pain of past failures accentuated the shock of success.

They sat for a long time after they had gotten off the phone; three friends sitting in silence under the moon. After a while they began talking and reminiscing about all the difficulties along the way and what would they do with their lives now.

Bo said they had picked up extra energy to fulfill their commitments. They should do their best to put the knowledge and know how into the growing regions of N.A. They still had work ahead. The Committee had yet to deal with the stories section.

Jim said he guessed he would go back to the farm and Joseph said, "Good luck, sucker! If you think you can go back to the way it was before, you're wrong." Joseph said he was interested in the follow through. They talked a while longer.

"One thing we all have to think about is the help Greg and others have given us." Bo said. "If there is one principle I believe in it is that through helping others we are helped. I think we should be open to passing on the help we've received. You guys know the politics we've survived clean and grateful. There are going to be thousands of members getting clean. Some of them will be just like us."

"If we really believe in what we've been doing, we should pray to be there for others. That is the best safeguard for the future. By helping them understand and do quality work within the structure, we will be insuring that the spirit that has guided us will endure to guide others."

They ended sitting a while longer each with their thoughts but feeling very close until the time came to get some rest.

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The next Conference was to be held at Memphis where the 'Approval Form' of the Basic Text would be handed out to attending members. The mass mailing of 'Approval Forms' to the world wide Fellowship would begin. The Fellowship was either anxiously awaiting the Book or completely unaware of what was happening.

By group conscience of the WLC, Roger was to do the finished typing of the final form and send it along to Memphis for type setting and printing. He typed at two hundred words a minute and even with the Committee injunctions against single copies of originals, he was trusted as chair to keep the original and type the final form.

Committee members who had been concerned about dear old Roger were glad to see him get this chance to exonerate himself in the eyes of the Committee by doing this task.

Linda M., who had been at Wichita and had never missed any of the Literature Conferences was still the Librarian Emeritus of the WLC. She was a corn fed girl from the Mid-West with a great spirit and a spiritual calmness that touched all who came around her. She was to take the main files back to Kansas with her.

So with much feeling, everyone who had worked so hard went home to prepare for the next conference. They were delighted with their accomplishment and looking forward to the work before them in Memphis.

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A month went by.

Joseph, now WSC Treasurer and active with the Mid-South RSC that would be sponsoring the upcoming workshop in Memphis, called Bo. He sounded upset. He told Bo the final Roger was to have sent had not arrived yet and he couldn't reach him by phone. We had six weeks to go and were approaching a deadline for sending the work to the printer. What were we to do?

One of the committee members, Jim B., had asked his mother to proofread the material for typos and errors. Joseph had received sixty-six of the expected one hundred pages. People were coming to Memphis to mail Approval Forms. If he didn't get the rest soon, there would be no time to get them printed.

While they were seasoned and not given to immediate despair if things didn't always go as planned, they ran down their list of options and likelihoods. They didn't want to do anything to make Roger look bad. Support the Chair was their first rule. Why couldn't they reach him?

Could he be experiencing some problem? Could he need help and be having the typical addict difficulty asking for it? Did someone steal the material? What could be happening?

Joseph and Bo had made up a key tool for dealing with the problems trusted servants encounter. It was especially helpful with those things which had no precedents. They would consider a problem from all sides, talk with all parties involved and then formulate a non-directive, self-replicating and easily stated solution. A useful approach to the problem which once set loose would spread unopposed throughout the Fellowship. The two elements essential for these solutions to work were that responsi- bility for the problem not fall on individuals and that the solution feel good and bring members together. Our solutions should always be based in general principles and must base responsibility in our groups, not our individuals. It seemed impossible to work this formula in the present case. While they might wish that the problem didn't exist, they felt a duty and obligation to get the work done as charged by the Committee and as Officers of the WSC.

Bo recommended that Joseph assume that everything was all right and start taken increasingly strong measures to get in touch with Roger. Along with additional phone calls, he suggested writing. He would also call.

After another few weeks had gone by, Bo and Joseph pulled out the stops and deliberately placed about fifty calls to all known member contacts in South Florida seeking contact with the Chair of the WLC. There was no response. Members saw Roger at meetings and told him of the calls but he just wouldn't call.

In the end, Joseph had to call several members who had complete personal notes of the final approved form. He made telephone comparisons in the sections where the last untyped changes had occurred.

Even after he had done this and Ms. B. had been through all the work, he was still uneasy about committing the material to the typesetter without a second opinion. He Federal Expressed a copy of the complete body of work to Bo who drove across town that evening to Atlanta International Airport and took delivery of the material.

He went into his apartment in Smyrna, Georgia at ten P.M. He locked the door. He would not go out until he had been through all the material and gone over all the proofreaders marks. He worked until six o'clock A.M., slept until ten and worked until four o'clock when the work was done. He drove across town and sent it back to Memphis.

He kept a complete copy of the final. He had gone over every item and while he understood Ms. B.'s confusion on certain parts of the material, he could hear the words of the editors speaking to the final form and exactly why they wanted it that way and not another.

He was most curious about the first chapter and the First Step. He had been so close to the work through so many versions, that it was fascinating to read the material afresh without the idea of changing things. He could almost hear members discussing the material. He felt like they were there with him. It was fascinating to look closely at what the members of N.A. had agreed to as common recovery experience.

In particular, he noticed that the main thing about addiction was that addicts couldn't 'use successfully' or 'control their using'. This was such strange simplicity, elusive truth. This was the bugaboo which spawned government programs, confounded doctors and religious leaders through the world. The truth was so simple.

In reading the material for the first time, as would hundreds of thousands of members in the future, he was awed with the insightfulness that had come from the super intense open editing. Many committee members had favored short, economical sentences and the material reflected this. The material had been read and reread so many times that it read well aloud. There were places where it was rough. Bo smiled when he remembered one editing session that had broken up for that day when Gina from Nashville had started calling it the 'incredible shrinking chapter'.

Still, no changes would be allowed now and Bo simply carried out his task and made written responses to all the edit marks and sent the material back to Memphis. He had agreed to all corrections and stuck by some of the parts that were more a problem of newness to Ms. B. than misstated portions.

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When the Mid-South Regional met, the white cover 'Approval Forms' were in the hands of the Fellowship for the first time. Attending members were delighted.

Roger never showed up and the administration of the Committee fell to the vice-chair, Page C. who was able to do a great job and maintain the spirit of the committee.

While other WSC Committee work took place at Memphis, the WLC concentrated on getting the Approval Forms mailed and dealing with the general matters of other informational pamphlets and the technical aspects of the Fellowship's first major instance of Fellowship wide approval. The support and involvement from the host community in Memphis was fantastic. Many Mid-South RSC members had been getting clean a year before during the Memphis Literature Conference. They addressed books for mailing and the Approval Forms went out to whole Fellowship.

Along with 'addicts in recovery can't write' was another lie that had long held back the N.A. Fellowship. It was the notion that addicts were of a personality type that would automatically prevent sufficient unanimity to get anything approved by the world wide Fellowship.

While it would have been easy enough to censure Roger for his difficulty, it was not forgotten that he had been new to N.A. at the time of the Memphis Literature Conference. He had been elected three months later to chair the WLC, the largest service body in the history of N.A. and it was now only six months later! The others had years of surrendered training and study to prepare for their service positions. Compassion was more the feeling than censure. Still, the work had to go on and the Committee survived.

The next conference was to be in Philadelphia. It would focus on the stories of N.A. recovery. The main committee would now turn it's attention to the second portion of the Basic Text. The date was set for February of 1981.



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