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Just because I have written about my life, and my personal struggles with alcohol addiction, does not imply that I am an expert on addiction. I can tell you all you want to know about what impact alcohol had on my life but I can’t tell you what it is for you or your loved ones to suffer from addiction. Experts are available to help and I am not one. I would encourage you to seek help if you think you or a loved one needs it. I do hope that what I have written about will give you hope in the power of human kindness and hope in the miracle of redemption for those who reach out for help.

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