From the March 2018 magazine.

My own cup

More than 44 years ago, she walked in the door, picked up a mop and earned her place in the room

One day in October of 1973, I called the AA number in the phone book to find out where a meeting was. On the day of the next meeting, I got home from work and drove to the location. I had waited until the last possible moment to go and I only attended because I promised a very dear friend that I would. “Just go to one,” she asked, and that is what I had planned to do.

I found the old building where the fellowship hall was. I sat in the back of the room, saying nothing. I was 24 hours without a drink and still hungover. Everyone could probably smell the booze leaking out of my pores.

-- Leslie Anne M.

Antioch, California, USA

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