How I Made It Through the Holidays

Several years ago on a bitterly cold Friday night, I went to my first AA meeting. I was new in town and wasn’t properly dressed for that night’s subzero temperatures. I spent the first half of the meeting shivering from a wretched combination of cold, fear and alcohol withdrawal. I spent the second half crying. As “Bill’s story” in our Big Book says, “how dark it is before the dawn!”