The Gift of Life

After twelve years of drinking alcoholically, I got on my knees and cried out "God, help me, I can't go on." That was May 31, 1970, one day of sobriety. The dues had been paid--the jails, mental hospitals, accidents, the running from state to state, the loss of family and friends, the guilt, remorse, shame, depressions, suicide attempts and overwhelming loneliness. I finally learned how to count to one, put the plug in the jug and go one day without a drink. The journey to a sober life had begun.