A Cold Winter's Ninth Step
Here's an infallible recipe for bringing warmth back into one's life
A COLD wind mixed with heavy rain slammed against my house as I nervously approached the telephone to make a call, too long delayed after two and one-half years of sobriety. I had dreaded this call, fought it, denied it, avoided it for those thirty months, but at long last the firm hand of a Power greater than myself was leading me to make a difficult amend.
The man whom I was about to call was a former client and friend, whose trust I had betrayed by withholding and misusing funds which had come into my hands on a collection basis, and which should have been forwarded to him. This...
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