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Grapevine : November 2011
from the same trip, also flying into Boston. The man was not drinking. I don't remember his name, but I re- member vividly watching him on our tour, abstaining with great pain from the tasty Italian wine offered to us at every meal. These two messengers of God dragged me, hysterically crying, through airports until I was safely back in Boston. A few days later, I met with a friend, who also was a Catholic priest, and confessed my possible troubles with alcohol. It was then that I decided to try AA. My first meeting was a disaster, mostly because I spoke to no one and ran out the door at the break. I tried again, and the second meeting was magic. Again, God did for me what I couldn't do for myself. I found myself at a meeting with many good, kind people whom I knew from outside the halls. I trusted them, so I trusted AA. That night, a woman spoke to me about God. I remember being baffled, wondering what the heck God had to do with not drinking. I'm happy to say I stuck around long enough to find out. I did the work and, thanks to the program and the Fellowship, I found happiness, peace and contentment. Around my third year of so- briety, I began to struggle with the spiritual aspect of the program. I had returned to my Catholic faith, so much so that I pursued a masters de- gree in theology and did much of my service within the Catholic church. PHOTO BY BAY