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May 2012: Stitch and Giggle

With a firm hand, she showed a newcomer how to create a sober pattern that wouldn't unravel

On October 21, 2000 I attended my first AA meeting. I was so afraid to go home after work when I came into AA. All I knew how to do by this time was work and drink. Truth be told, I drank more than I worked. I was 45 minutes early—and afraid. As I walked up I saw this elderly lady sitting on a bench crocheting and smoking a cigarette. She smiled at me, introduced herself and said, “Welcome. Have a seat.” Little did I know I had just met the woman who would become my “temporary sponsor.”

I told her I didn’t know what to do, I had just gotten off work and was afraid to go... Login to read more
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