A Benevolent Guardian
When I got to this Fellowship, I knew nothing about it whatever. I only knew I hurt and I wanted to stop hurting--but without stopping drinking. After all, alcohol was the solution to my problems. It made life bearable. But for some reason I stumbled into a meeting and heard AAs tell their stories. They didn't look like drunks, but they certainly talked like drunks. I felt at home--without having any idea why I felt that way. I know now, of course. It was because these people had obviously been where I was, had thought what I was thinking, and had felt what I was feeling. I belonged there...
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Albuquerque, New Mexico