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A Different Ending

In AA, we get the chance to write the rest of the story without alcohol

So there I was. Leaning next to the obscure side of my house. It was about nine in the morning. This was one of my hiding places where I could go with a cold beverage in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

Life was good. It was my wife's birthday and I needed to get ready for the day because my daughter was coming over around noon and our family had birthday celebration plans. The car pulled into the driveway, but I didn't hear it because I was priming up. I didn't even hear the car door close.

A voice said, "Dad, what the heck are you doing?"

Startled, I said,... Login to read more
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