The Hand of AA Was There!

I TOOK MY first drink at fourteen from a gallon jug of red wine. I passed out cold, but never let go of the neck of that jug. For years after this, the pattern was the same: never letting go of my bottle until it was empty. By the time I was twenty-five, I did most of my drinking in the corner of my own living room. I still had a family--a wife and two children--a home, a good job. Only God knows how, since I drank both on and off the job.