Web Exclusive: I Was Broken From My Face to My Heart
A member learns to not take a wonderful sponsor for granted.
"I felt an emptiness that I heard so many drank over."
I stood outside the meeting hall praying for the courage to open the door and walk back into the room. I was full of both fear and embarrassment, the seeds of AA had been planted a few months back and I was caught in the middle of fog, faith, and fear. Main street Houston and Skid Row AA, what a place to be for a nice guy like me.
I watched a number of people walk in, some with smiles, others with that hopeful gleam in their eyes that I had about three months before. It wasn’t enough, I stood there cold, and alone. I was about to turn and run when a voice softly spoke the words,... Login to read more
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