. . .I'm Glad I'm an Alcoholic!
ONE OF THE most unusual people I met when first coming to the AA program was a little fireball lady I'll call "A."--a hundred pounds of pure dynamite mixed with feminine charm. I attended a lot of meetings during my first ninety days or so, and A. was at many of them. During that period, I suffered the pains of withdrawal, combined with the necessary, accelerated change that is the hell of not drinking.
Now, this lady had the knack of sensing the way a person was feeling and supplying a verbal jab (or caress, as needed) to help him or her along the road to sobriety. I thought this... Login to read more
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