It Was Hard to Believe
I came to Alcoholics Anonymous when I was twenty-eight years old. It was not my worst drunk that sent me, nor was it the one that caused me the most problems with the law, but it was the worst for me mentally. I had made a contact with AA one year before, and I had walked out of that meeting very disgusted with the caliber of people there, as I saw them, and more disgusted with the things they said. These things made me feel guilty, insecure, and uncertain. So, as had become my pattern, I ran away.