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An incident of domestic violence and a daughter's rejection was the spark he needed to get sober

I came to standing in the doorframe, holding off someone trying to kill me.

When people ask me, "What brought you into AA?," I tell them, "attempted murder." Let me tell you how it happened.

It was the Fourth of July weekend, 1975, and there was a family wedding in a small North Dakota town. As usual, I got drunk, as I did at any fun event, or for that matter, sad event, or even a no-event day. The reception was disturbed by my drunken, slurred speech about the wonderful nephew we were giving away.

We drove home to Omaha after the weekend, and my first phone call on Monday morning was from the executive vice president at work. My wife had decided to... Login to read more
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