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Twenty-Four Hours A DayMarch 16 A.A. Thought For The Day Before we decide to quit drinking, most of us have come up against a blank wall. We see that we’re licked, that we have to quit. But we don’t know which way to turn for help. There seems to be no door in that blank wall. A.A. opens the door that leads to sobriety. By encouraging us to honestly admit that we’re alcoholics and to realize that we can’t take even one drink, and by showing us which way to turn for help, A.A. opens the door in that blank wall. Have I gone through that door to sobriety? Meditation For The Day I must have a singleness of purpose to do my part in God’s work. I must not let material distractions interfere with my job of improving personal relationships. It is easy to become distracted by material affairs, so that I lose my singleness of purpose. I do not have time to be concerned about the multifarious concerns of the world. I must concentrate and specialize on what I can do best. Prayer For The Day I pray that I may not become distracted by material affairs. I pray that I may concentrate on doing what I can do best.

AA Thought for the Day We alcoholics were on a merry-go-round, going round and round, and we couldn’t get off. That merry-go-round is a kind of hell on earth. In AA, I got off that merry-go-round by learning to stay sober. I pray to my Higher Power every morning to help me to keep sober. And I get the strength from that Power to do what I could never do with my own strength. I do not doubt the existence of that Power. We’re not speaking into a vacuum when we pray. That Power is there, if we will use it. Am I off the merry-go-round of drinking for good? Meditation for the Day I must remember that in spiritual matters I am only an instrument. It is not mine to decide how or when I am to act. God plans all spiritual matters. It is up to me to make myself fit to do God’s work. All that hinders my spiritual activity must be eliminated. I can depend on God for all the strength I need to overcome those faults which are blocks. I must keep myself fit, so that God can use me as a channel for His spirit. Prayer for the Day I pray that my selfishness may not hinder my progress in spiritual matters. I pray that I may be a good instrument for God to work with.

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The First Dinner and the Last The first dinner you eat in the penitentiary is something you never forget. Not because the food is memorable—but because you are different. That first tray comes with a kind of shock that settles deep in your chest. You’re standing in a line you never imagined yourself in, surrounded by women who already know the routine. They move with a strange confidence through the chow hall, grabbing trays, cups, and utensils like it’s just another Tuesday. But for you, everything feels loud. The metal doors slam. Plastic trays slide across stainless steel counters. Officers shout directions like it’s muscle memory for them. And you’re just standing there holding a tray, trying to act like you belong somewhere you never thought you’d be. You sit down at a table, and suddenly it hits you: this is your life now. The food doesn’t really matter. It could be meatloaf, mystery stew, or something that vaguely resembles chicken. It all tastes the same at that moment—like reality. Like consequences. Like a chapter of life you didn’t plan to write. That first dinner carries a heavy silence inside you. A thousand thoughts swirl around while you push food around your tray. Shame. Fear. Anger. Confusion. Maybe even relief that the chaos leading up to prison has finally stopped. But mostly, it’s the weight of realizing you have a long road ahead. Years pass inside those walls. And somewhere along the way, something unexpected begins to happen. Grace starts sneaking into places you didn’t know grace could reach. It might start in a recovery meeting. Or during a late-night conversation with someone who’s been through hell and somehow still has hope. Or in the quiet moments on your bunk when you finally stop blaming the world and start looking inward. Prison has a strange way of stripping everything away until you’re left with nothing but the truth. And sometimes, that’s exactly where grace finds you. By the time you eat your last dinner in the penitentiary, something inside you has changed.