From the April 2008 magazine.


A dream of hope

I was led back--from the bowels of hell--to church, to a sponsor, and then to an unknown freedom that I am still enjoying almost seven years later--with God and AA in my corner.

City jails, county jails, state and federal prisons, and mental health institutions were the life I knew, from the first drink and drunk at the age of five to my last at fifty-five years old.

For most of the fifty years of my drinking life, I couldn't or wouldn't stop--even when faced with jail or divorce, even when doctors (more than one) told me I would surely die from alcohol poisoning if I didn't...

-- Doug A.

Evansville, Indiana