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From the October 2013 magazine.

October 2013: Go Shake His Hand

As soon as he got on his feet, Jack taught him how to reach out

When I walked through the doors of Alcoholics Anonymous I was full of despair. I had just been released from the police station in the early hours of the morning and was consumed by shame, remorse and fear. I felt hopeless. How could I have done this again? How could I have forgotten? I had done the same thing three months earlier, but this time it was worse. This time, six days before Christmas, I wrote off the family vehicle and was facing three charges. I’d thought I had things under control.

When I awoke in the morning I could faintly hear my wife crying. I was soon to learn that she had packed all my clothes in garbage bags. I quickly realized that I was not going to be able to talk my way out of this one. How could I? She had heard it all before. With my fingers trembling, I called information for the number of AA. Soon after I placed the call, you sent me Jack T., who came to my house and took me to a meeting. After that, we went for coffee and he told me his story.

-- Jim W.

Hamilton, Ontario, Canada

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