I Try to Carry the Message Back to Prisons
An AA who joined AA in a Florida prison eleven years ago hasn't forgotten. . .
MY father was an ex-con alcoholic also. When I was only six months old he was shot and killed. I have two older brothers and one sister but I am the only alcoholic and the black sheep.
My mother remarried when I was about eight. I had just finished first grade and my stepfather made me quit school and go to work on the farm. He was cruel to me. I can remember those days as if it were just yesterday. I can remember the times he whipped me so badly that blood would run down my legs and my shirt would stick to my back. I remember the times he knocked me down with his fists.