Washington · 1938
Jackie
Sober a month or so, he sat up all night with Jim B. Two weeks later he was drunk, and Jim took him to New York. He brought many of the first members in, and died of alcoholism.
Jim B., 1955
Washington, New York and Boston · 1938–1966
Some of AA’s first sponsors drank again, and the people they had brought in went on calling them sponsor.
“…all of a sudden I found I had become the sponsor of my sponsor, for he was suddenly taken drunk.”
On January 8, 1938, Jim B. was thirty-nine, broke and shaking, in Washington, D.C. His mother would take him in only if he stayed locked in a small storeroom and gave her his clothes and shoes. An old school friend, Fitz, persuaded a man named Jackie to call on him. Jackie found him lying on a cot. He “arrived about seven in the evening and talked until three a.m.”
Two weeks later, Jackie was drunk. He had, Jim learned, “only been off the booze a month or so himself when he brought me the message!” Jim made “an SOS call to the New York Group,” and the next day the two of them went there together. Three weeks dry, Jim wrote, he had “sobered up my sponsor all by myself!”
Jackie “brought in many of our original members, yet he himself could not make it and died of alcoholism.” Jim told the story in the Big Book’s second edition, in 1955. “My sponsor, Jackie,” he wrote, was one of AA’s tragedies. He wondered “what would have happened if somebody else had made that first call on me.”
AA’s best-known sponsor drank too. Ebby T., who brought Bill W. the message in 1934, drank again in 1937, and went round and round for sixteen years. Bill introduced him as his sponsor through all of it. When Ebby died in 1966, Bill wrote that “my friend and sponsor Ebby passed beyond our sight and hearing.” Ebby’s biographer, Mel B., called that “a good lesson for AA members, who sometimes become too critical of sponsors and members who return to drinking.”
It’s January 1938, in Washington, D.C. Jim B. is locked in a small storeroom in his mother’s house, lying on a cot, sick and shaking. At seven in the evening a man named Jackie comes to see him, and he talks until three in the morning. Jackie has been where Jim is. Now he’s happy, and laughing.
Two weeks later, Jackie is drunk. He had only been sober a month or so himself. Jim finds he has become the sponsor of his sponsor, and takes him to the group in New York.
Jackie brings many of the first members in, but he can’t stay sober himself, and he dies of alcoholism. Years later, telling his story in the Big Book, Jim still calls him my sponsor, Jackie. And he wonders what would have happened if somebody else had made that first call.
Four early sponsors
Four of AA’s early sponsors who drank again, and what became of the people they had brought in.
From the Big Book’s second edition (1955), Bill W.’s AA Comes of Age (1957) and his Grapevine tribute to Ebby (1966), and Marty M.’s biography (2001).
Washington · 1938
Sober a month or so, he sat up all night with Jim B. Two weeks later he was drunk, and Jim took him to New York. He brought many of the first members in, and died of alcoholism.
Jim B., 1955
Albany and New York · 1937
Sober two years and seven months, he drank again, and for sixteen years he was in and out of missions, hospitals and friends’ houses. Bill never stopped trying to help him.
The merry-go-round, in My Sponsor, EbbyBill W., 1966
Boston · early 1940s
He started AA in Boston and never got sober himself. “Slip followed slip, but he came back each time to carry A.A.’s message, at which he was amazingly successful.” His first two successes, Bert C. and Jennie B., were still carrying on in 1957.
A great group
Others like Ebby, in My Sponsor, EbbyBill W., 1957
New York · about 1960
She had sponsored women since the early 1940s. About 1960, in secret, she drank again. A young woman from AA, about a year sober, found her and took her home until she was through it. For decades, hardly anyone knew.
Back to meetings
Built-in forgetters, in People Like YouHer biographers, 2001
The name stayed
The first sponsors were drunks only weeks or months off the bottle, and some of them drank again. Many of the people they had brought in stayed sober, and went on calling them sponsor.
When Jack Alexander’s article on AA came out in the Saturday Evening Post in 1941, Oscar W. of Akron took on about seventeen newcomers. He helped them with the rent, brought them food and coal, and found them jobs. “They all got drunk.” He went to Dr. Bob to complain.
Dr. Bob told him he was doing it for himself. “Those men showed you what will happen if you pick up a drink,” he said. “They did you a favor.”
He was no harder on himself. When Henry W., sober at last in 1950, confessed that he had got drunk right after hearing Dr. Bob and Bill W. speak, Dr. Bob laughed: “Well, Bill is my sponsor, and I went out and got drunk after he talked to me.”
Jim B. stayed in New York, selling auto polish for Bill W. and Hank P. at ten dollars a week. That June, after a good week in New England, two customers took him to lunch and ordered three beers. He let his sit, and the other man ordered three more. Then it was his turn. “So I drank all three beers, one after the other.”
He spent four days wandering New England half drunk, and when he got Hank on the telephone, Hank fired him. This time, Jim wrote, he took “my first good look at myself.”
He got sober, and went on to start AA in Philadelphia. “So I always say that as long as I remember January 8, that is how long I will remain sober.”
Speaking at an AA meeting in her later years, Marty M. once held up a piece of paper folded into a triangle.
“One corner of the triangle is your sponsor. Your sponsor might get drunk or move away.” The base was meetings and the other members, she said, but you might move away. “The top of the triangle is God—and God is always there, ready to bring new things into your life.”
She had sponsored women for more than twenty years by then, and had drunk again herself.