Am I in the Right Place?
I walked into my first meeting of Alcoholics Anonymous one evening in May 1989, in Monterey, California. At that moment I'd been out of jail (my first and, I hope, my last time there) for twelve hours and had been without a drink for nineteen hours. It was the longest I had gone without a drink in almost two years. I had called AA that morning, literally begging for help. The man on the phone told me there was a meeting at noon that day. I explained to him, through my sobs, that I didn't have a car and was in no condition to drive and would not be able to go anywhere until my husband got home that evening. So he told me where the meetings were that evening.