. . .WHO Has Thoroughly Followed Our Path
I never shed many tears in my life, until I first stumbled into the program of Alcoholics Anonymous more than six years ago. Then the tears poured out. Sadness opened the floodgates in those early days. I cried out, because my disease had hurt so many people, including me. I cried out in desperation, for I had little hope, so much fear, and no place to hide.
Soon the tears dried up. Not because I began to recover as I worked the Twelve Steps. No, I wasn't ready to be honest or open or willing. The tears went away because my disease is such that it allowed me to forget just how much... Login to read more
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