September 2019 Table of Contents

 

Read the Letter from the Editor
On the Cover: Young Sober

Confessions of a high school cheerleader
When the cheering stopped, she made a play to join the winning team

Everything’s going to be ok
One day on a beach, something lifted his hope and guided him out of a dark, drunken life

The motley crew
I didn’t really want to drive across town, but I eventually ended up carting a bunch of AAs in my car over to the restaurant. Man, did we have fun

The night shift
Scared and battered, she landed in a place where she got more than good care. She was prescribed a new life

Let the fun begin
We had a sober softball league in the summer, a sober broomball league in the winter, water-skiing parties... I called it “sober friends and fun.” AA called it fellowship

YPAA or bust
One day, he stumbled into a bunch of young AAs eager to hit the road. That’s when his sobriety went into high gear

More hope than I know what to do with
A young man turns his life around in prison and even becomes his AA group’s GSR

Where my life began
Young and terrified, he left his rough, drunken world and walked through a door that said “Welcome Home”

Steps and Traditions
Before we are halfway through
A member takes us on a long, wonderful journey as she makes her Ninth Step amends and clears a path to freedom

Off the sidelines
I looked down and several feet away stood Herbert, the man to whom I owed my last amends. My first thought was to head to my car and leave

Someone’s gotta do it
Who pays the bills? Who opens the door? Who buys the coffee? A member shares a few things she knows about how some groups work

Our Personal Stories
Lost in Gilroy
With his gallon bottle and dreams for a perfect day gone, he took his last dime and made a call

Lots to say
We’d often go out for coffee or ice cream and I’d get home around 1 in the morning, filled with excitement, gratitude—and caffeine!

Following instructions
How knitting helped calm her nerves and got her through the program, one Step at a time

Old-Timers
“Dr. Bob? One minute please”
Answering late night calls at St. Thomas Hospital, she was helping alcoholics way before she knew she was one

My first 30 years
I was lucky. I was able to keep my job and raise four kids, and I never got a DUI. Back in the ’50s and ’60s they gave you a break if you got stopped driving drunk. Not now

Sponsorship
Sponsor shopping
After an exhausting trip down every aisle, a newcomer finds the right guy

Emotional Sobriety
Looking for feathers
An old-timer shares about honesty, laughter and paying attention to life’s subtle messages

Spiritual Awakenings
The answer to my prayer
He was constantly searching for this Higher Power thing. Then one day in a meeting he found it

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In every issue
Letter from the editor
Dear Grapevine
Discussion Topic
At Wit’s End
About Alcoholism

 

 

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