Once when I was driving down from the northern part of Maine, I gave a lift to a young soldier. He asked me if he could go to sleep as he had hitch-hiked from Washington to Maine, then spent an hour at home and now was on his way back. I asked him if there was a death in the family. He paused for a minute and then said, "I might as well tell you the truth. For twenty years my old man has been one of the town drunks and a thousand times I've wished him dead. Just a year ago he joined up with a group of people called AA. This weekend he completed his first year sober and I thought the least I could do was get home to his party." The young fellow kept shaking his head and said "I can't figure out what they did to him--but its a miracle!"