Hugs, Service and Sobriety

group hug

Written by, Tina K.

Words can’t begin to express my feelings or explain the love that was generated through the 1991 World Conference. When I got clean and sober almost 18 months ago, I honestly didn’t think I’d have a good time doing it! I had a chance to be of service this weekend and to give back some of the things that I’ve gotten from this program. Being the party animal that I am, I expected the party Saturday night to be the “highlight” of the weekend, but I was amazed by how much fun the actual conference was. I got a chance to really get to know the people that I’ve depended on for the last year and a half. For the first time in my life, I felt a part of something! I met people from San Francisco, Santa Cruz, Seattle and Orange Country. We all shared a common bond called drug addiction and for once in my life, it has worked for my recovery instead of against it. I’m very proud to be a part of District #6. This weekend went very smoothly and we got a lot of compliments on what a great job we did! Thanks again to everybody who helped and I greatly encourage everybody to get involved next year! I love you guys! Tina K.

P.S. I just want to thank everybody at the conference for the great hugs! They will definitely keep me coming back!!

Published in A New Leaf – June 1991

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