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I Stayed Sober (by F. F.)
I was born here in Indiana, have lived here most of my life, drank here, and got sober here. There are not enough pages or hours for me to give...
You Can Always Tell Another Alcoholic. . . (by Anonymous)
I am a drunk and my name is Bill D. I left Knickerbocker Hospital's alcoholic ward on May 29, 1953. Thanks to the miracle of AA and the Higher Power...
Just Don't Drink Between Each Breath (by Bill G.)
Why can't I have a small glass of wine after thirty-three years of sobriety? Because a small glass of wine would lead to a bathtub of gin and leave...
Can We Talk? (by Brad B.)
I write this article for the old-timers especially, and hope to start some dialogue among us and reflection within us by doing so. These observations...
Texas on My Mind (by James S.)
Just this past year I was "forced" to go to Texas. Texas was never a place that I wanted to visit. But at eleven plus years sober I was presented...
The Drover (by Dale S.)
I was raised on a farm in northern Pennsylvania. The work was hard; it never ended, and it seemed we were always behind. By the time the crops were...
Don't Bypass the Moment (by Joyce E.)
I staggered into my first AA meeting in March 1978, so hungover that I could barely stand up. I had been drinking around the clock for a long time...
Why I Keep Coming Back (by Meal B.)
Most people have a few days in their past that stand out in flaming colors. They are marked by signal events that were either so bad or so good that...
I Never Had It So Good (by Dossie P.)
I was the youngest of five children. My brother was the oldest, fifteen years older than I. When I was eight, he came home from Princeton with his...
How AA Came to Geneva, Nebraska (by Jerry P.)
It was a Saturday evening in April 1964, and usually I would have been uptown at a bar. But I was home suffering from the flu (for a change it was...