33. The Prisoner Freed

After twenty years in prison for murder, he knew A.A. was the spot for him . . . if he wanted to stay on the outside.       I BEGAN DRINKING as a kid, shortly after I reached my fourteenth birthday. My

32. Promoted To Chronic

This career girl preferred solitary drinking, the blackout kind, often hoping she’d stay that way for keeps. But Providence had other ideas.       I WASN’T ALWAYS an alcoholic.  In fact it has been only within the last fifteen years that I

31. Jim’s Story

This physician, the originator of A.A.’s first colored group, but badly caught in the toils,tells of his release and of how freedom came as he worked among his own people.       I WAS BORN in a little town in Virginia in

30. Our Southern Friend

Pioneer A.A., minister’s son, and southern farmer, “Who am I,” said he, “to say there is no God?”       FATHER IS AN Episcopal minister and his work takes him over long drives on bad roads. His parishioners are limited in number,

29. Joe’s Woes

These were only beginning when he hit Bellevue  for the thirty-fifth time. He still had the state hos-  pital ahead of him; and even after A.A., a heartbreak-  ing test of his new-found faith.       I NEVER DRANK in high school

28. They Lost Nearly All

      The twelve stories in this group tell of alcoholics at its miserable worst. Many tried everything—hospitals, special treatments, sanitariums, asylums, and jails. Nothing had worked. Loneliness, great physical and mental agony; these were the common lot. All had taken shattering

27. New Vision For Sculptor

His conscience hurt him as much as his drinking.  But that was years ago.       I THINK that life, when I was growing up, was the most wonderful life that any kid ever had. My parents were very successful and every

26. Me An Alcoholic?

Barleycorn’s wringer squeezed this author—but he escaped quite whole.        WHEN I TRY to reconstruct what my life was like “before,” I see a coin with two faces.  One, the side I turned to myself and the world, was respectable—even,

25. Stars Don’t Fall

A titled lady, her chief loss was self-respect. When the overcast lifted, the stars were there as before.        MY ALCOHOLIC PROBLEM began long before I drank. My personality, from the time I can remember anything, was the perfect set-up

24. Physician, Heal Thyself!

Psychiatrist and surgeon, he had lost his way until he realized that God, not he, was the Great Healer.        I AM A PHYSICIAN, licensed to practice in a western state. I am also an alcoholic. In two ways I