A Korean War vet who shot a man while drunk begins to repair his past
Alcoholics Anonymous saved me from a fate far worse than death. Was I afraid to die? I don't know, but I was certainly afraid to live. I was quite uncaring of my own well-being, for on more than one occasion I placed myself in harm's way.
I eventually came to see that I was messed up before I ever took my first drink at age 13. Nine years later, post-traumatic stress disorder made it ever so much worse. But I did not understand this then.
At my first AA meeting I felt as if I belonged somewhere for the first time in my life. I never quite fit in anywhere--even with my family....
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