March 2011

No More Secrets

A prayer to God sent him to prison—but it also set him free

I took my last drink on May 5, 1996, and it was a doozy. The fallout from that episode was enough to open a window of opportunity and thrust me into the welcoming arms of AA. I had newfound hope, compassion, good humor, and a much-needed sense of belonging. Sadly, this would not be the end of my destructive living.

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