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September 2012: Morning Never Came

A sponsor's tragic tale reveals the cunning power of alcohol

She walked into our AA meeting and sat off to the side. A couple of people nodded to her, but I had never seen her before. She had huge sunglasses on, and for a second she lifted them to rub her eyes, revealing two huge black eyes. As the meeting ended she rushed out, so I followed her and asked her what had happened. She replied, “Would you be my sponsor?”

We worked together for only a few months. We began at the beginning, even though this was her fourth time coming back from relapse. The first assignment I gave her was to ask her Higher Power each morning to keep her sober... Login to read more
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