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An AA remembers the Twelfth Step call that saved his life

"I came to under a pair of 100-foot-tall radio towers, where I’d been sleeping in my car."

Nursing a wet drunk directly into AA without treatment is very rare nowadays. That’s a shame, because it works when people work it the Big Book way. In fact, I got here myself by that more direct route in December 1983.

I came to under a pair of 100-foot-tall radio towers in March that year in Memphis, where I’d been sleeping in my car. I was more of a wreck than the car, which had been in numerous fender benders in my last years of drinking. I had long since been fired and was in town having heard a rumor that a new sister TV station had a sales job opening.

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