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Grace, grown out of desperation, blooms in her life

I stood there in line growing more and more impatient. After all, I had important things to do. I didn’t have the time to stand in line waiting for their social hour to end.

I am 70 years old now. Today I wonder whether it’s not harder to grow old than to grow up. I could not have survived without the love and support of my AA friends.

If I can quiet my mind for just long enough and just shut up for a second, something better always crystallizes. I don’t need what I thought I needed.

After a few months sober, he knew it was time to tell the group how different he was. Would they let him stay?

There's nothing like the warmth and love of a small-town home group

A memorable celebration of sobriety

From the August 1972 Grapevine

Alcohol in the 'Soaps'

From "high" living in Thailand to a down-to-earth search for understanding back home, this youngster found maturity in AA