From the September 1999 magazine.

A Dose of Reality

I recently went on a Twelfth Step call with another recovering alcoholic to a woman's home. What I saw and felt there is almost impossible to put into words, but I felt the need to try for those in the Fellowship who may be getting somewhat complacent. After many years of sobriety it's easy to remember, but not always feel, the depth of the pain. This experience flooded my soul with the reality of the disease.

As my friend and I entered the apartment, we were met with the stench of vomit and urine. The woman was covered with filth. She was partially nude, she was malnourished, there was no food in the house, bills were gathering dust. Two bottles of whiskey were at her bedside. With this chaos around her, all this poor woman could ask for, beg for, was another drink.

-- Jill L.

York, Pennsylvania

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