On New Year’s Eve in either 1962 or 1963, on the verge of suicide, my grandmother took her final drink. She was not even forty years old and had been addicted to alcohol since she was a kid. Alcoholics Anonymous members will say that a higher power intervenes when it’s time to quit. My grandmother got her moment of clarity and began attending AA meetings at the Mustard Seed. She was one of their earliest members and kept going until Parkinson’s Disease make her too unstable to continue(at this point she was only in her early 50s). But she got her life back. It’s changed locations several times, but it continues to serve thousands of recovered addicts.