Mad Dash to Nowhere

BEFORE I CAME into Alcoholics Anonymous in 1978, a college professor told me that I was a glutton for punishment. I enrolled in college before I was out of high school. I was married before my freshman year was over, and before I had a job. We had children before we were ready for a family. However, I continued with my education while working full-time. I never planned, and I did everything the hard way. Events just occurred, leaving me bewildered. I made snap decisions and judgments and held to them. As my disease of alcoholism progressed, I used all of those pressures as excuses and alibis.