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From the February 2018 magazine.

Keep moving

I’ve been sober for 27 years. I recently took early retirement and went on disability. I have difficulty getting to meetings because I have multiple sclerosis (MS). I am in a wheelchair.

As a teenager, I ran wild and drank alcohol every chance I could. I was always in and out of juvenile hall. When I was 15, I got into a drunken brawl and attempted to kill someone. For the next 13 years, my life was a drunken blur—jails, hospitals, suicide attempts and getting fired from jobs.

One day, when I was 28, I finally consented to my doctor’s suggestion that I go to AA. At the time, I was living in my car, unemployed again and in poor health. I had nowhere else to go. The meeting address my doctor had given me was a church. Being Jewish, I didn’t want to go in, so I sat in my car drinking. I felt like a fool. I hid on the floorboard on the passenger’s side and peeked out the window, watching for drunks going in. I was about to leave when I saw a bar buddy of mine going into the church. That got me out of the car. I went over and said hello to him and found out that it was his first AA meeting too! Together, both of us walked into a whole new world. That was January 9, 1987 and I haven’t had a drink since.

-- Bob K.

Concord, California, USA

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