From street badge to Twelfth Step tool
I was sitting in a meeting last week and I heard a newcomer say, with shame in his voice, that he has tattoos on eighty-five percent of his body. Now sober, he regrets them. I certainly identified. I remembered coming to after a long night of drinking. I had an ugly, large tattoo of a spider hanging from its web in my groin area. I have no idea where it came from, who gave it to me, or other details of the night.
When I came into the halls of AA, I was broken--mentally, physically, and spiritually. I, too, was full of shame and it was a barrier to connecting with others. I was a...
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Manchester, New Hampshire