A Benevolent Guardian

When I got to this Fellowship, I knew nothing about it whatever. I only knew I hurt and I wanted to stop hurting—but without stopping drinking. After all, alcohol was the solution to my problems. It made life bearable. But for some reason I stumbled into a meeting and heard AAs tell their stories. They didn’t look like drunks, but they certainly talked like drunks. I felt at home—without having any idea why I felt that way.