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Web Exclusive: An Amends in the Nick of Time

If he had waited only one more day, he would have lost the opportunity to make amends

"I knocked on the door and a man answered and said he was busy and to go away."

When I was about 51 years old and sober almost 30 years, I found myself with enough time on my hands to do another extensive written Tenth Step. In the course of that, I discovered that I still had some amends to make that were long overdue. The most prominent were in a Midwestern town some 1,000 miles from where I now live. It looked like a road trip was in order.

I used to shoplift jeans from a clothing store when I was 16 years old. My mother gave me the money to buy them, but I stole them and spent the money on cheap wine and drugs. The store was a family-owned business and the... Login to read more
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