January 2014: Transformed
A past delegate tells how young peoples'
meetings and service changed her life
When I came to Alcoholics Anonymous I was 14 years old and half my head was shaved. I was a self-proclaimed punk rock girl and wore baggy jeans and combat boots. I painted my face white and my eyes and lips black. I had reached a place of complete and utter isolation, and my appearance was just a last ditch effort to keep society away from me. And it worked. Who goes up to a crazy person and asks them how their day is? No one.
When I got to AA, the people there were unaffected by my unlovely appearance. I find this humorous today, because my first home group in Texas was a bunch of... Login to read more
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