The Luck of the Draw

About a year ago, I was able to begin some Twelfth-Step work in a local jail. I think my underlying motive was survivor's guilt; I just hadn't got caught. As I began the work, I realized I had a prejudice that the ladies there had a different, more severe type of alcoholism than I suffered from. There was also a tendency on my part to include the spicier parts of my story.