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Grapevine : December 2011
I used to drink until I reached the bottom of the liquor bottle. All I wanted was to start drinking another bottle. At the bottom of each one was a cold and lonely place. Today, the spirit I consume is that of light, not darkness; it is never–ending, everlasting and takes me to beauti- ful places I have never been before. Igrewupina very strict religious home until I was in fifth grade. My parents were not allowed to dance or smoke. My parents fell away from the church because they found out the minister was hav- ing an affair with the church secre- tary. My mother started wearing miniskirts and dyed her hair blonde. She got in real hot water with my dad when she went out with my best friend’s father, who lived next door. I’m not sure what happened, but one night the police came, and my mom came home from the hospital with bruises on her face and body. Be- fore I started sixth grade my parents were becoming “functional alcohol- ics.” My dad moved the family to a big- ger, nicer home in La Habra, away from the smog in Covina. My dad proceed- ed from there to leave us four kids home alone with my mom. I got baptized by full emersion in the Baptist Church. I liked it so much I went back and did it again. I am thankful, to this day, that our par- ents managed to raise us kids in a “somewhat” spiri- tual home, in spite of all the illness and dysfunction. I started drink- ing when I was 14 years old. I took a sip of beer and said to myself, This is awful–tasting, but I want what it has to offer, so I had better get used to it. I prob- ably could have realized then that I had an aversion to alcohol, although for much of my life, until now, it served as a coping you may wish to offer us.” I then went to stand up, but just before doing so, I noticed a marker that was partially covered by the grass I was kneeling on. I reached down and parted the grass, and lo and be- hold, there was her father’s marker! I called to her with excitement. She was overjoyed, and so was I. If this had happened in my ear- ly days in the program, I probably would have told God I didn’t need his help. Why did I decide to ask for help on my knees at the precise spot where the marker was? I believe that God directed me to that spot. Over the years, I have come to believe that if I pray, why worry? And Answered prayers 52 December 2011 GRAPE_51-53.indd 52 10/28/11 2:25 PM