A Small Price to Pay

LITERALLY hundreds of times in the past few years, in gatherings of various sizes and compositions, I've said, "My name is Robert, and I am an alcoholic." Usually, I've said it at meetings of that anonymous Fellowship of which I am a member, but also, occasionally, in other groups. Whatever remarks may follow, whether mercifully short or of longer duration, whether foolish or full of wisdom (as they sometimes are, no thanks to me), they're prefaced by that comment.