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AA saved his life—service remodeled his home

Grateful just doesn’t seem a strong enough word for the way I feel toward AA. But it hasn’t always been this way. While I was still drinking, I spent most of my time hiding alone in my garage, not knowing what was wrong with me. I was in a state of despair from which I thought there was no way out. I’d stay in the garage crying and clutching a bottle, thinking I was going out of my mind. Many times I had thoughts of throwing a rope over a beam in the room and ending the pain.

I finally made the call to AA in 2006. I started going to meetings begrudgingly, still struggling with... Login to read more
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