P. O. Box 1980

Three-quarters of a life of sixty-two years were spent in prison and the gutter, through alcohol. Prison hospitals and human agencies failed to help my alcohol sickness. So at last, like a child lost in a world that had no meaning, I asked God to help me, believing I would receive, and in the still-born silence that followed, came understanding and freedom. Self-renunciation was the beginning of anonymity for me, not I lived but AA lived in me.