Talk About Bridging the Gap

It was right about my one-year sobriety birthday and I was wallowing in fear and self-pity. Some kids from the Indiana Conference for Young People in AA (INCYPAA) swooped me up and made me a committee member. I had no car, was dependent on my father to take me to meetings and events, and was petrified of commitment. The second time I showed up at one of their outings, the chairman, whom I have come to love dearly, informed me that I was now a committee member. Car or no car, someone would make sure I was at their meetings and events.