I am just a couple of days back from the Rochester ’94 gathering. I came home with a full set of cassette tapes, and many feelings and impressions and memories. This overwhelming sense that I came away with—and I think this is a wonderful sign—is a sense of inner peace, such as I have never before experienced. Could it be a glimpse of the “serenity” we all seek? This feeling of peace is for me a confirmation that I am on the right road now, in the right place, among the right people. Thank God!

Soon, with the grace of God and the fellowship, I will celebrate one year of sexual sobriety. A year ago, a goal such as this appeared impossible, totally impossible. And it was for me, working on my own. Today it is in front of me not as something I have achieved, or am even capable of achieving. It is a gift, a wonderful gift. And I give thanks!

Since coming into SA, about a year and a half ago, I have heard reference made a couple of times to the famous “Dear Abby” column. Somebody mentioned it during the past weekend. You might be interested to know that I am one of those who wrote to Simi Valley after reading that article. I eventually received a short letter, and an SA brochure. When I read the brochure, it confirmed my fears: I was a sex addict, a sexaholic. The letter invited me to write back, for further information about groups that might be in my area. I did not write. I was afraid. I was too interested in pursuing lust and in finding new ways of acting out. I put the envelope away. Every once in a while I would take it out, and re-read the brochure. When finally I came to the crunch, when my marriage, and my family, position, and everything seemed about to disintegrate, I finally followed up on that invitation that had been extended to me so many years ago, and found my way to the Toronto SA group. Thank you for being there, and for providing support and the wider foundation of fellowship.