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September 2012: Heave Ho!

He made it through the doors of AA, but not the doors of the church

I was sitting in church on Dec. 31, 2001. It is a family tradition that we bring in the New Year in church. I slid into the seat next to my mom, who turned to me with a surprised and annoyed look. She asked if I had been drinking. It never crossed my mind that the two fifths of sherry I drank about two hours earlier could actually be smelled on me!

The pastor called for the choir members to come to the choir log and sing a few selections. I went up with the rest of my choir members and sang a few songs. I led the last song. As I crooned one that I had sung many times before,... Login to read more
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