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Undoubtedly, the prayers of my wife, and possibly those of friends, were responsible for my awakening from the benumbed insensibility of my state of mind. My 50 years of drinking had left in my mind only thoughts of fear, remorse, and regret. The future seemed to hold nothing for me but a continuation of the failures and megrims of the past. By these constant thoughts a tomb was created in which I existed with my egotism. Kind friends, and loved ones, with many gestures of friendliness and consolation, endeavored to enter my sepulchre, but with my acrimonious tongue, they were unadmitted. Inside those walls I had many fears to combat--fear of want, fear of failure, fear of responsibility, and the fear of my own inadequacy and loss of pride. The stupefaction attained from alcohol seemed my only recourse, and I drank, long and hard. But one day, while in despair, something entered that tomb of mine, and with out knocking. Then that something started right to work tearing the wall down from about me--walls that I had been 50 years in building. With those walls of doubt, fear and uncertainty removed, I found myself gazing into a light that revealed the happy faces of old and new friends, and the contented look of loved ones. This was the miracle brought to me by the prayers of wife and friends, and a book called Alcoholics Anonymous.