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My Heart Is Heavy

Learning of the death of a former sponsor, a woman reflects upon her early days in AA

"If she had not kindly taken the time to sit with me and listen to my Fifth Step, I would not be alive today."

A perfect stranger, whose last name I didn't know, and whom I had met in a church room, saved my life. She was raised on a plantation in Macon, Ga. with lots of crinoline, servants and opulence. I was raised in the tenements of the Bronx with lots of sadness and bad dreams. We had nothing in common. Yet, in her southern drawl, she instructed me, day after day, on how to stay sober and become a human being. She had everything I wanted: she was an artist, had children, lived in a mansion, and owned an art gallery on Main Street. But she had something I wanted even more than the yacht in her... Login to read more
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