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I Fell off the Apple Tree
Despite his intentions, he became an alcoholic much like his father
"My name is Mike, and I'm an alcoholic," is a phrase that I've used quite often over the past 26 years. There was a time, however, while sitting on a bar stool, that I could not imagine myself being in AA, let alone thriving and growing and being happy, joyous, and free. Because in those days, I felt that I would not allow AA to do to me, what I thought it had done to my father.
My father was an alcoholic who sobered up around the same age as I did at 32. As I look back on his involvement in AA, all I could remember was that he was an angry man. He was physically and verbally...
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