I just returned from the national Alcoholics Anonymous conference. They hold one every five years. This year it was in Atlanta, Georgia.
I was crying and scared when I got there, because I couldn’t find the people I was supposed to stay with. I was in a big city, and didn’t know my way around. Eventually I got in touch with them and they told us which hotel to go to. The people I rode with dropped me off to wait in the lobby.
It was beautiful. We went to a marathon of meetings for three days. I wanted to buy a camera and take pictures to remember everything, but I couldn’t afford it. There were over 6400 people there!
There was a slight hiccup, because the man that brought me there couldn’t give me a ride back. His sponsee (and friend) ended up needing emergency surgery for an ulcer. But two other attendees were kind enough to bring me home. We left at 6 a.m. and drove for 11 hrs.
The drive was cool, and now I’m back. Some of the other people at the conference said they would share their pictures with me, too.
