Like a Prayer

Back in 1982, I limped down the stairs to the church basement. I didn’t believe AA could possibly help. I was a broken woman, literally. I had nine broken ribs, a fractured hip and a broken heart. I was 28. My only possessions in the world were a 10-speed bicycle and a knapsack. I’d been through hell and back. I was afraid to live and afraid to die, at that jumping off place with nowhere to go.