September 2022 | Young & Sober | Our Personal Stories
The Way The Cookie Crumbles
I went over to the vending machine. But out came oatmeal raisin cookies—not chocolate chip. Maybe God does watch my everyday activities.
I got sober at a clubhouse in San Antonio, Texas in 1990. Since the club was open until midnight, we were able to sit around between AA meetings, visiting and playing cards.
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