July 2011

Coming Home

He was adrift from himself and the promise of his early life until he found the safe harbor of AA

Some of my earliest childhood memories are of my mother, a Sunday school teacher, dragging me to church kicking and screaming. I didn't care much for these attempts to introduce me to God. I just wanted to hang out with the other kids and play. When I was old enough to make my own decisions, the trips to church ended, but not before I had adopted a basic set of values, which included my sense of right and wrong. Later in life, this would serve as the measure of my insanity.

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