You Listened to Me
The other night I was sitting in a meeting of Alcoholics Anonymous and was suddenly overwhelmed by the fact that I was asked to share my experience, strength, and hope.
You see, before I came to Alcoholics Anonymous, nobody wanted to listen to me. Nobody wanted to hear my world solutions, my wondrous philosophies of life, my self-pity, my resentment, or my pain.
By the time I got to the program, I had virtually destroyed every relationship and every friendship in my life. There was only isolation and desperation.
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