From the April 2013 magazine.

April 2013: Love in the Valley

In a small town, a newcomer opens her home to help save lives—and a little gas

I live in a little town in a valley encircled by mountains. It’s a small and unassuming place where each of us must do all we can to help keep our town safe and running well. After 45 years of trying many different ways to avoid awareness of any ill conduct in my life and avoid personal responsibility, I finally came to the realization that the only way to heal from my alcoholism was to jump in full throttle and learn all I could about it. Heaven knows, all of my half measures had availed me nothing.

So, I entered an outpatient alcohol treatment program. I had to admit defeat, not only to myself, but to my “Red Hat” friends. These ladies had enjoyed drinking spirits with me and were relieved to see that I had this opportunity to heal, mentally, emotionally, spiritually—and physically. They had seen me through a broken wrist, sprained and then broken ankle, and a fractured back—in the past year alone. I was unable to stand on my own without falling, because I was in blackouts most of the time. For the first time in my life, at the age of 58, I was regularly breaking bones.

-- Surely K.

Sandy Valley, Nevada

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