A Good Sign
March 2021 | Making Amends

A Good Sign

Sullen and defiant, she sat in the cheery room and sulked. But something on the wall kept her there until the AA message could sink in

I sat in the back of the musty church basement in Oregon in 1981, rigid arms crossed on my chest. A sullen sneer marred my face. The other meeting attendees sat on the metal folding chairs and seemed cheerful, happy to see one another. Their happiness revolted and separated me from all of them. Besides, I knew I was far too young to be an alcoholic.

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