A Whole New Me

THE BIG BOOK says, "At some of these we balked," and I did. Not at the first few Steps. Powerless over alcohol? Life unmanageable? Jolly correct. When you've lost an $800-per job with promise of unlimited advancement, plus one wife and one son, plus the last red cent of capital, plus honor and self-respect, and your kid is in therapy because he lived with Daddy--you know your life is unmanageable. You say, "God--why?" And He, like the Ghost of Christmas Future, points to a garbage can full of empties. Alcohol. Oh.