We Belong

My home group in Saginaw, Michigan met every weekday at 10 a.m. One day an unfamiliar fellow walked into the room. When Sam, the chairman, asked if this was his first AA meeting, the newcomer moved his forefinger from the corner of his mouth to his right ear. The rest of us wrinkled our eyebrows in confusion. Then he took a pen and notepaper from the table and wrote the word, “Deaf.”