July 1988
My Sponsor Is Getting Better
When I first entered AA's doors fourteen short months ago, I had a slight problem with drinking. I had been spending each evening in smoky taverns where no intelligent person would go, and more than once I had passed out in my car, only to awaken to the sight of strange vines growing on the sides of buildings. Previously, I had been treated in hospitals and clinics for being a manic depressive. I had attempted suicide twice. I had lost a good husband and two fine children through divorce.