November 2012: Cold Morning, Warm Meeting

As Thanksgiving nears, a group of men who have each others’ backs share their sadness and joy

It was around 7:30 a.m. on a cold Saturday morning just two weeks prior to Thanksgiving. I wanted to go inside, get a cup of coffee, and talk to the guys just as I normally do prior to the 8:00 a.m. mens’ AA meeting. But standing next to the door was one of my friends, Bruce D., who I have known since he got sober some 14 years ago.

I asked if he was OK and mentioned that I noticed he had left the meeting early the previous night. Apprehensively, I waited for my friend to speak. He moved closer, tilted his head slightly, looked me in the eye and, in a voice slightly more than a... Login to read more
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