My father is a proud and stubborn man. Two years after his stroke, his recovery is amazing as he tries to get around without his cane. Had you seen him in his hospital bed, unable to speak with tears of frustration welling in his eyes, you would never recognize the courageous person who now stood before you.
I will never forget the moment that our entire world imploded. I didn’t receive the normal daily phone call that started when my father got sober 3 years prior. The phone would ring, I would answer and the other side of the receiver would be brimming with hope for the day ahead. Joining AA had given my father a new lease on life.
