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Celebrating was always dangerous and messy, until one day he walked into an AA room and saw how to do it right

One foot after another leads to emotional sobriety

Isolating and drinking alone at home had been so lonely. Luckily, my new involvement in AA service committees became a way for me to fill that idle time with usefulness.

It was Kathy and her guitar, and me in my wheelchair with an oxygen bottle. My sponsor, a resident there, joined in the singing. It was a high I won’t ever forget.

She lovingly looked at me and said, “Sweetie, none of that is a requirement to be here.” I now have more than 11,000 days of sobriety.

I couldn’t believe it, but my mouth opened and these words came out: “Dad, I’m sorry I blamed you for everything wrong in my life.” Wow.

The closest Spanish-language meeting was almost 90 minutes from our town. That meant a person was on the road for three hours. That simply wasn’t acceptable

This house is more than a museum. We say, “Welcome home!” when folks walk up. This home is where people speak the language of the heart.

Which choice would this alcoholic make?

A life of service, sobriety, and gratitude—one day at a time