A Better Box

In my nice apartment, nine stories high in the clean Colorado sky, overlooking the mountains and my old home town, I have hung a shingle proclaiming A BETTER BOX.

One evening long ago, when I was a guest speaker for one of my AA groups, I ended with the story of my better box. A few days later, two of my AA friends presented to me my shingle with those three simple words; confusing to my nonalcoholic friends, perfectly clear to us in our program.

I began my spiritual journey on the Denver skids. Skid row had been my home for many years, the only place I could drink with any... Login to read more
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