A 'Real Bad' Alcoholic
At the age of forty he knew he was
AT THE AGE of thirty, I knew I was an alcoholic, but it took another ten years to find the way to the front door of AA. Only the real bad alcoholics had to go to AA. After six months of daily meetings, I knew I, too, was one of those "real bad" alcoholics.
In those first meetings, eighteen months ago, there was a man who had a saying, "They told me when I came that AA has a wrench to fit every nut that walks through the door." That seemed humorous at the time, but it couldn't apply to me. Today, I'm grateful there's a wrench to fit every nut that walks through the door, because I...
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Corpus Christi, Texas