Letters to the Editor

Written by, Sally

Dear MA:

My son, Dave, is one of you, and I want to send each of you my love and support, and thanks, for giving of yourselves. He feels he owes his sobriety and life to you – I know I have my son back, but even better than before. He and I have what appears to be a unique relationship – unfortunately. This is how it should be for every child and every mother. He’s kind and good and funny and loving – as he learns, learns, learns.

I’m very grateful for the effects of the 12-Step experience in my own travels – I’m most grateful to all of you for being there for him. I wish each and every one of you love, and pray for your continuing courage, strength, and hope.

My most sincere appreciation, Sally

Published in A New Leaf – November 1991

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