No More Secrets
A prayer to God sent him to prison—but it also set him free
I took my last drink on May 5, 1996, and it was a doozy. The fallout from that episode was enough to open a window of opportunity and thrust me into the welcoming arms of AA. I had newfound hope, compassion, good humor, and a much-needed sense of belonging. Sadly, this would not be the end of my destructive living.
Getting in the swing of things wasn’t hard. Home group, sponsor, Step and service work all became a staple part of my life. This made for a wonderful start, with the sky as my limit. On the surface, everything seemed well-rounded and balanced.