. . .I'm Glad I'm an Alcoholic!

ONE OF THE most unusual people I met when first coming to the AA program was a little fireball lady I'll call "A."--a hundred pounds of pure dynamite mixed with feminine charm. I attended a lot of meetings during my first ninety days or so, and A. was at many of them. During that period, I suffered the pains of withdrawal, combined with the necessary, accelerated change that is the hell of not drinking.