In the Beginning
I had to pinch myself as I was driving along the 101 on my way to lead my first Al-Anon meeting. I'd just left a visit with my friend and her newborn baby, and I was admiring those unrivaled LA sunsets with their cotton candy hues and silhouetted palm trees. I thought about what I was going to say at the meeting, what "my story" was. I was reminded of one of the fantasies I created as a kid as a coping mechanism. Sitting alone in my room and wondering what my future was going to look like, dreaming I might end up in a world far away from the town I grew up in. I think that was the first time I heard God's voice, who showed me he had a plan for my life that I wouldn't have been able to imagine. When I got to the meeting I shared what it was like for me to grow up in an alcoholic household. The things I saw when I woke up in the middle of the night from all of the commotion. How helpless I felt as a nine year old standing by while all of my little siblings were dr...
