My Three Miracles

My name is Ron. I am an alcoholic. Forty-six years ago, I was born in Detroit, Michigan, the seventh of eight children. My father and mother were hard-working people who did all they could to support our family. I was the black sheep of the family. From as early as I can remember, I felt I didn't fit in. Alcohol played a major role in our family; weddings, births, funerals, holidays--any time the family got together. I was taught how to drink at a very young age and was led to believe that manliness was measured by how much you could drink, cuss, and fight. I stayed that way until I found my way to AA in August 1989.