Carrying the Message
I am an American Indian and proud of it. But I am not proud of the fifteen years I wasted in drunkenness and filth on skid rows all over the country. Only the grace of God and AA could have lifted me out of this misery and given me the strength, hope, and guidance to return to my family and tribe on Indian Island on the Penobscot River in Old Town, Me. This was in 1960.