Good Shape For The Shape I'm In
Blessed with sobriety through life's ups and downs
My father was a methodist minister. I went to college to study for the ministry, and I shared a dormitory room with an avowed atheist. We argued loud and long.
He became a Methodist minister. I became an alcoholic.
It was easy. I liked what alcohol did for me. I got drunk and stayed drunk. Eighteen unhappy years passed. I got sick, both physically and emotionally. One doctor said I was an acute, chronic alcoholic. He had heard of an organization called Alcoholics Anonymous, and he felt my best hope was to contact them.