Boston Billy

I sobered up in a small, traditional AA group in Minnesota. The old-timers in that group gave me their respect when I had none for myself. I became their project for the winter, and they shared their sobriety freely. I was profoundly moved by their personalities, as well as their principles, and I wanted what they had. They put up a mirror so that I might better see my sorry state of being; then they gave me the courage to change, to begin to get honest with myself, and to clean house. Perhaps because I was overdue getting to AA, I was open to embracing its principles.