From loneliness to living
There have been manymoments of grace in the thirty-four years of my sobriety. Some were outstanding in their protection, guidance, and love. But none is more vivid than the first time I consciously experienced the miracle of AA within my own heart.
On New Year's Eve in 1973, I woke up in the alcoholic ward of a hospital in Washington, D.C. An angel from the AA desk had sent two people to my apartment in response to my drunken call of despair the day before. I was so far gone that I barely remember their Twelfth Step call that first day, but I do remember them coming to fetch me the...
-- Jackie B.