From the June 2010 magazine.

Cash & prizes

Fearing her son would find her dead, an alcoholic turns her life around

When I came into Alcoholics Anonymous, I never dreamed I could feel this way. As a matter of fact, I had lost my capacity to dream at all. I had lost my capacity to do many things. I could no longer be a mother, an employee, a daughter, a friend. I was lost, alone and desperate and today I am grateful for that.

When I first came into the rooms I used to do a lot of comparing--not comparing in the sense of, "Oh, I wasn't that bad," but comparing in the sense of, "Well, I didn't drink for that long so maybe I'm not really like them." It wasn't until I read in the literature that the...

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Howard Beach, N.Y.