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What happens when we wallow in depression, self-pity oozing from every pore, and inflict that upon those about us?  Such a roster of harms done others--the kind that make daily living with us as practicing alcoholics difficult and often unbearable--could be extended almost indefinitely.  When we take such personality traits as these into shop, office, and the society of our fellows, they can do damage almost as extensive as that we have caused at home.

Alcoholics Anonymous World Services, Inc.  Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions.  New York, NY. 

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