Early AA in the Cariboo Mountains
A big game hunter accepts that he is powerless over alcohol and becomes the first member of AA in a remote area of British Columbia
"My own first meeting was in that same house as I listened to my father's peers share their experience strength and hope."
I'm sure my father would have classified himself as "the hopeless variety" alcoholic. He had some choice vocabulary for the more politically correct terms we use today. We won't go into them here but suffice to say he had some practical experience with the disease considering that his entire family were either still practicing or dead as the result of it. "Recovery" did not exist in the interior of British Columbia in the 40s, so folks of his persuasion were not exactly looking for a cure. Instead, they were doomed to a pitiful and incomprehensible life followed by a demoralizing death or...
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British Columbia, Canada