From the November 1952 magazine.

When Faith Helped Me Most

I No Longer Feel Sorry For Myself

There never was a clearer example of faith than mine. By faith, I mean faith in God. A discovery of my personal relationship with Him.

I am an alcoholic. How I became an alcoholic is of no consequence now. What made me an alcoholic is of no interest. How it affected my life is important to no one, except myself.

I do not know when I crossed that borderline from social drinking, but I do know I had arrived at a point in my life where something had to happen. I contemplated suicide. Four walls and a bottle had become my world. Drinking until unconsciousness; carrying on...

-- J. B.

Los Angeles, California