From the April 1989 magazine.

Accepting Our Differences

I had been sober on my own for almost two years when my shaking knees took me to the top of a flight of stairs where the club for AAs had rooms. I had come to find help for someone else, but I found a program of recovery that helped me relax my own white knuckles.

After the speakers meeting, I bought a Big Book as I put money in the jug for my coffee. I sat at the long table and waited. It did not take long. Soon I was asked my first name and that was when you accepted me. You asked if you could help. I felt a sense of great relief that, at long last, someone understood. I sat among you and listened as the words whirled back and forth. I have never lost that sense of being accepted, of belonging.

-- Donna K.

Lakewood, Colorado

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