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February 2014: I Found My HP Under a Flatbed Truck

He hopped on his bike to get to his Step meeting, but encountered a pickup that was delivering Step Two

STEP TWO: Came to believe that a Power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity.

I sat upright in the middle of the street, noticing the clear Carolina blue sky and the stillness that surrounded me. I had just managed to lay down 600 pounds of rubber and steel in the form of a motorcycle, my bike skidding to a halt under the rear of the flatbed trailer. My right leg was pinned under the rear end of my bike and my right thumb rested in a position perpendicular to my wrist. I couldn’t help but notice that I was extremely calm. It was as though time had stopped. I... Login to read more
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