A Bead on Recovery
Enjoying life sober
In early November 2005, nearly six months sober, I sat in my first men's Big Book study in the small Mojave Desert community of Yucca Valley, California. I shared my nervousness at returning home to the Allegheny Highlands of Virginia to deer hunt at Thanksgiving, sober for the first time in twenty-eight years.
I'd been hunting the Blue Ridge Mountains of Appalachia since I was twelve years old, and although I watched my father, uncles, cousins, and older friends get drunk, night after night and year after year, I didn't join in the drinking until I was eighteen. Once I did, Daddy...
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