Pancake king

He guarded his griddle like it was made of gold . . . then his ego got the better of him

About six months after coming into AA, I was feeling great. Then, for some reason, I became restless and discontent, and fell off the early sobriety pink cloud--with a loud thump. We were living in Syracuse, N.Y. at the time, and my sponsor Ed suggested I try a few different meetings, and once again stressed the importance of getting involved with AA service. That's when I stumbled into the pancake breakfast meeting one Saturday morning, and my journey to happy sobriety really started.

"Can you cook? Our regular is a no show," asked a very large man holding an 18-inch spatula... Login to read more
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