Sober at 60

My feet, swollen and painful, stuffed into oversized men’s slippers, shuffled awkwardly down a dimly lit hallway to the basement of a church to my first AA meeting. Standing at the entrance of the room were two young angels. Their vibrant smiles greeted me and my Al-Anon mom with sincere compassion and an understanding that I could not comprehend. They welcomed us with the warmest of hugs, their faces glowing in happiness. I didn’t understand why, but I knew then that I wanted what they had.