A Life Worth Living

I was introduced to this miraculous fellowship in 1988, after getting arrested (for the second time) on graduation day from high school. I was seventeen. Since I was still a minor, I spent thirty days in treatment and thirty days in juvenile detention. I could have avoided the latter but I was kicked out of treatment. It wasn't that I didn't want to be sober; it just didn't seem feasible to me. I remember saying to my mother, "I don't think it's going to work. I can't be friends with people who drink, and I don't like people who don't." Luckily, I was to discover a whole Fellowship full of people just like me, to be friends with.