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Topic: Getting through Adversity
From a childhood of fear to years of heavy drinking, she finally found AA in Paris
I was born into a French family, in Algeria, in a civil war. There was chaos, permanent anxiety, bombs, murder, corpses on the pavement for mothers to pretend they weren’t there, as they walked by...
Working the Steps again helped her see that she had made another member her Higher Power
Jim was one of the first people I met at my home group. He was this little old man; he made me feel so comfortable in his presence. I was instantly drawn to him. I always sat next to him, and he...
A young writer chases his dreams into a bottle and finds his way to AA
On Monday mornings in high school I would appear in my classes haggard and disheveled. I was secretly proud of the fact that I was worse for the wear after a weekend of hard partying. I had always...
Multiple jail visits weren’t enough. A call from a bar was his moment of hope.
By the grace of God and help from other AAs, I have not had a drink since Jan. 14, 1962. In my formerly shaky and nicotine stained fingers, I'm holding the little billfold size card which they gave...
A member tells how he found his way back to the religion of his childhood
Recently someone asked me if I believed in God. I smiled and said, “certainly,” however, it was not always so.   I was born into a Roman Catholic family and attended parochial grammar and high...
A long marriage of fear, mental ward stints, and a terrible car wreck didn’t stop her from finding AA.
After graduation, I told Grandma that I didn’t want to go to college right away. I said that I wanted to live life a little. She wasn’t thrilled with that, of course, but she went along with it. I...
On Sunday, Nov. 13, 2004, a U.S. Coastguard representative stopped in front of my house at exactly 11:10 a.m., bringing me the horrific news that my son had died in a diving exercise on Oahu, Hawaii...
A promising young woman drinks herself past the point of no return
Sixty days into my sobriety, around 10 p.m., during a cold 20-below-zero dark night in 2009, my old self-will deceived me into leaving a treatment facility in Wasilla, Alaska. Located on a ranch, the...
A suicidal leap was her first step toward recovery
My first drinking experience happened at 16. I had just wanted to catch a buzz. Instead of a buzz, I got plastered. It was not long until passing out became a common occurrence for me—as did drunk...
The bitter Alaskan wind blows a lost cause into the rooms of AA
Sixty days into my sobriety, around 10 p.m., during a cold 20-below-zero dark night in 2009, my old self-will deceived me into leaving a treatment facility in Wasilla, Alaska. Located on a ranch, the...

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