I Cannot Afford to Forget

FOUR YEARS ago, I was a patient in a military hospital, undergoing psychiatric treatment because of a nervous breakdown. In June 1966, I went to my first AA meeting, and, although I could not possibly face it, a very weak voice inside me kept telling me that I was an alcoholic. Yet how could I be?--when I was certain that my wife and family were responsible for my nervous breakdown. Had not the doctor himself told me that the right girl could change my life?