Hitting Rock Bottom was only the beginning of new lows, A welcoming of unfamiliar woes, Rock Bottom only meant bring in the heavy equipment and dynamite For surely a drowning soul can go deeper I was ever hopeful of discovering “hurts” unexplored horizons, Rock Bottom, Ba humbug I said! Where are the black holes I
Category Archives: Lifeline
It was 1981. I had recently just turned 20 years old. I open the door of the Alcoholic Recovery Center (A.R.C.). I had just got out of jail on the other side of the parking lot. I was sentenced to 120 days for alcohol related charges. 60 days in jail and 60 days at A.R.C.
The 12 o’clock High group of Alcoholics Anonymous started in 1989 at the Bountiful Community Church located at 142 N. 400 E. in Bountiful Utah. The meeting was formed by Brent S. who now has 31 years of sobriety. According to Brent, there was only a couple of A.A. meetings in the Bountiful area at
Shortly after arriving in the rooms of Alcoholics Anonymous, I decided that I wanted to be “a part of”. I wanted to belong to this brilliant group of people who had taken politics, religion and money, and set them aside. I was also still telling myself that I was shy and not very good at
Central Office volunteers were present to share their experience, strength, and hope at Project Homeless Connect. The event was a one-day, one-stop event in Salt Lake City designed to bring together community volunteers to provide services for individuals and families at risk of or experiencing homelessness. Located at the Salt Palace Convention Center, 909 volunteers
In A.A. we place a lot of emphasis on our identity as “addicts”, “in recovery” or as “alcoholics”. But why are we addicts, alcoholics or in recovery? It’s because we have errant coping mechanisms or thinking errors about acceptable ways of dealing with an array of issues, from boredom to traumas. At some point during
My name is Anthony L., I’m 30 years old, and this is my story of the power of God, using people as instruments to steer my life into A.A. and recovery, thus saving my life. When I was 27 living in SLC I had, once again, messed up my probation so I decided to go