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Anger at AA turns to gratitude and turns his sobriety around

I rode my bike to the Desert Club in search of someone "cool enough" for me to hang out with (which meant listen to me cry about my problems).

When I was sober 12 years I decided to move from my home in Chicago to Albuquerque, New Mexico to pursue a new life. I left behind a great home group, a great sponsor, great friends, a great job and a great city. I brought with me a sizable chip on my shoulder. I never gave Albuquerque a fair chance. Wherever I went I would prattle on about how much better Chicago did things. We drove better, ate better, got sober better, lived better etc. I would show up in meetings and complain about how I wasn't given a proper welcome. My resentment started soon after.

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