My Journey in AA

When I first came into AA some thirty-eight years ago, I called myself a “devout” atheist. I had been raised with a religious upbringing, mostly my mother’s doing (my father was a non-believer who said religion was a racket, a way of separating suckers from their money). I had a pin with a wreath and two bars for seven years of faithful attendance at Sunday School. In the fifth grade I was an altar boy, though my primary duties were not religious, but mainly playing on the church basketball team and competing with other church basketball teams in our area. But by my junior year in high school, I was the altar boy who receiving a sip of watered port every Sunday before helping the rest of the congregation.