A Place to Belong

In mid-August 2005 I had been out of rehab a month and was none-too-serious about attending meetings of Alcoholics Anonymous, which had been prescribed as aftercare by my rehab counselor. My primary purpose that evening was to attend a movie in Victorville, Calif. with my nonalcoholic wife. There just so happened to be a conveniently timed AA meeting in the next city of Hesperia. Having never been to AA and probably still too shaky to realize that a meeting entitled Groupo de Estrella would probably be a Spanish-speaking meeting, I went.