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Topic: Getting through Adversity
Sleeping in a dumpster was just the beginning of the end
I grew up in a family environment that was riddled with both alcoholism and drug addiction. As far back in my memory that I can go, I remember my mom or some other parental figure drinking or using...
When I first came into AA, it was so my wife wouldn’t take my two daughters and leave. I wasn’t like any of you. I saw all the differences, none of the similarities. There were a few more years of...
All the money in Fort Knox couldn’t keep him sober
I was 12 or 13 when my father had me put in an adolescent ward for behavior issues and for drinking and smoking pot. I ran away three times. My dad’s chauffer, A.J., would find me, or I would call...
When I first came into AA, I was openly gay, and had been for many years. I was troubled, however, by my behavior in relationships. My drinking had created many problems for me. At age 32, I had...
A transgendered alcoholic’s search for self
I was born in 1946, in the small town of Homestead, outside Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, and was named Richard. Everyone knew me and my parents well, and it was here that I started my journey of three...
Her sponsor said she’d better start doing service if she wanted to stay sober
Being sponsored is a fundamental part of sobriety. When I began my journey in a women’s recovery home in 1983, I asked a woman who had six months of sobriety if she would be my sponsor and she had...
Cancer, a gambling addiction, a heart attack, a husband’s affair … and she still didn’t drink.
Today is Remembrance Day and, thanks to AA, I have a lot to be grateful for. On November 30, 2010, I celebrated 41 years of sobriety and on Dec. 5, 2010, I turned 68. You would think with all those...
Nine years later, it’s still the only commitment she’s had to make
In the beginning, I was skeptical. I mean, I knew I drank too much and, okay, I could admit I blacked out “a few times.” I just wasn’t really sure if this “AA thing” was for me. In November of 2001,...
For nine years I went to Catholic School, learning about church, prayer and God. The following three years were a blur as I entered the public school system and was introduced to all the things that...
Could his bottom have gotten any lower?
After years of relapses and homelessness, my bottom came up and slammed me. This, I hope, was to be my last physical bottom due to my alcoholism. I came to my home group in November of 2005 for the...

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