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Grapevine : April 2011
sured. My friends le first. ey couldn't help or change me, so they let go and went on with their lives. Family mem- bers went next as I couldn't be trusted and stole everything that wasn't locked in or tied down. en my job was taken away and my means to get money disap- peared. I started doing illegal things to get alcohol and ended up in prison. A er getting out, I promised my family and second wife I could change, and o to my third rehab I went. When my sec- ond wife moved out, I was le feeling dev- astatingly alone, lost and hurt. I turned to God with a desperate plea: Please help me and let me become the man you want me to be. When I met Faith Ann, she didn't drink and would eventually become the person God sent to save my life. On May 28, 2005, Faith moved me to West Virginia, away from the trouble that always seemed to track me like a shadow. Not long a er the move, I snuck a bottle of vodka out of the house and decided to take a ride on the new all-terrain vehicle Faith had bought for me. e next thing I knew, it was Sep- tember and I was coming out of my coma, hearing the news that I'd never walk, talk or see out of my le eye again. Tubes were sticking out all through my body. e pain was like nothing I'd ever felt before. My sponsor from AA appeared and spoke these words: "David, I love you. Have you had enough yet?" I'd been to prison, three rehabs and even paid a visit to the "other side." I shook my head yes and my new life started. Today, I'm sober more than five years because of this program, my Higher Power (whom I choose to call God), my wonderful sponsor and my AA friends. Oh, yeah. I'm also walking, talking and sharing my story any chance I get. ey call me the West Virginia Miracle Man where I live, but the real miracle is one drunk helping another to not take a drink today. David B. Augusta, W. Va. 18 months before, so I had earned the right to drink again. It wasn't a reward I took lightly. I had managed to stay sober through two pregnancies and both terms of breastfeeding, but after the split, I managed to convince myself I had never really been an alcoholic. I was just a misunderstood woman who knew how to live life in the mo- ment. The night of Sept. 30, 2005, had been just like a night of drinking about 20 years back, when I was 14. I drank myself into a stupor. A fellow drunk insisted I was too I was coming out of my coma, hearing the news that I'd never walk, talk orseeoutofmy le eye again. aagrapevine.org 31