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I came into AA in 1955 at the age of thirty-two. I was married and had a six-year-old son. Up to that time I had been able to consider myself one of the "lucky ones" where my drinking was concerned. I had never lost a job or even come close; few beyond my wife suspected that I drank as much as I did; I had a good job and had done well enough to consider going out on my own. But at four AM one drunken morning I hit a parked truck. I was thrown in jail, without funds and so unable to pay the $50 bail. My wife had to get our child out of bed and bring him along to the police station so she could get me out. Within a week, I quit drinking.