I was born under the shadow of a mountain called Mount Aeolus. An early recollection is one of looking up and seeing that vast and mysterious mountain and wondering what it was and whether I would ever climb that high, But I was presently distracted by my aunt who, as a fourth birthday present, made me a plate of fudge. For the next thirty-five years I pursued the fudge of life and quite forgot about the mountain. - Bill W.
Alcoholics Anonymous Comes of Age, pp.52-53
Thought to Ponder.... If I don't know where I'm going, I'll probably end up somewhere else.
