From the December 2010 magazine.


A mile-high meeting ensures a winning weekend in 'Sin City'

AFTER 34 years of progressive drinking, my last year-and-a-half was solely focused on my addiction. Daily around 2 P.M. I would race to the bathroom. These trips consisted of extreme vomiting with traces of blood, but three days a week I desperately tried to get to my bar shift by 5 P.M. My world had become small.

After another night of ordinary living that consisted of just trying to stay alive, my world completely changed. My disease was killing me and suddenly my desire to live was stronger than my disease. A shift occurred that gave me the courage to ask for help. Today I know...


Phoenix, Ariz.