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...
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