It’s my opinion only, but I believe alcoholism is a genetic disease.  This isn’t not a moral issue.                         

Sorry, but I probably wouldn’t be a very good candidate for those Ancestry.com commercials.                           My lineage is rife with the Irish virus: I didn’t catch this off a toilet seat in a foreign country,                                or magically morph into alcoholism by drinking too many warm beers at the beach.

I love Alcoholics Anonymous, and feel it’s my sacred mission to help people, and share what has so generously been passed on to me.  My alcoholism isn’t  a predicament; it’s an opportunity.

My life ended up nothing like how I’d planned. I was always fixated on the three P’s and two F’s:
Power, Prestige, Prosperity and Fame & Fortune.                                                                                 Instead, my life wound up being about ‘Gracious service rendered with love.                                        

Don’t Cry for Me Argentina.  It’s a much higher calling.

I also learned it was much better to love myself for who I am, rather than despise myself for what I am not. You cannot  fight God’s will, and you will not escape your destiny.  Acceptance is the Key.

When I was sober 7 months, a friend asked, “How long do you have to keep going to those classes?”  I’d always assumed the answer was, “I need to go for as long as I don’t want to drink.” I was  wrong.

The correct answer is, “I get to go for as long as I want.”