The Boy in the Light Blue Truck

How a boy, a crab and sweet summer rain gave her the courage to let go

It was a wonderful day in May of 2010. I was literally on the brink of my life changing. I was not yet sober, and I had moved in with my mom a few months earlier after leaving Tennessee with only the belongings that would fit in my car. My mother lives in a small fishing town on the Atlantic. I was sad and lonely, still sick with my disease and not treating myself well.

At an AA meeting one night, I heard a young, handsome man speak with that drawl only a southern boy can have. He said, ā€œMy name is Michael, I was born in 1985, and Iā€™m an alcoholic.ā€ I introduced myself to him... Login to read more
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