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October 2013: Her New Technicolor World

How a woman on a speaker tape gave her hope and lifted her out of the gray

When I came into AA, I didn’t want to hear anything about God. I had trusted in a loving God growing up, but my father left my mother when he was drinking, and it was very painful for the entire family. Shortly after he took off, my mother sat me down on the cooler in our laundry room and told me about her hopelessness. I remember it as if it happened yesterday. She cried, which I had never seen her do before, and said, “I’ll never have someone to love me again.” As a devout Catholic, she didn’t believe in divorce or remarrying, and she still loved my father dearly. It was then... Login to read more
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