I got lucky enough to finally get arrested for driving drunk in 1989. I was sentenced to attend 10 AA meetings. At the time, I couldn’t believe my bad luck. I protested, offering to just pay a bigger fine. Anything would be better than going to AA, I thought. Just don’t make me go there with those people! But the judge was adamant, looking over the glasses that had slid down his nose. He said, “This just might save your life, little lady.” He was right.