February 2013: A Kernel of Wheat
Forty-three years ago, I was a man with little or no hope of doing more than staying alive for one more day. After a particularly difficult period, I said, “If there is a God, get me out of this mess.” I had little or no faith that this would happen, and it took over a decade for me to realize that it takes just the amount of faith to fit on the point of a pin to do the job.
I believed that it was willpower on my part that pushed me to finally stop drinking and start on recovery. But the only difference was that my breath did not reek of alcohol. I got a lunch pail, went to...
-- Jim T.
Jarvie, Alberta, Canada