The door opened and he stood there, fresh-skinned and glowing. there was something about his eyes. He was inexplicably different. What had happened?
I pushed a drink across the table. He refused it. Disappointed but curious, I wondered what had got into the fellow, He wasn't himself.
'Come, what's all this about?' I queried.
He looked straight at me. Simply, but smilingly, he said, 'I've got religion."
Source: c. 1939, AAWS, Alcoholics Anonymous, Bill's Story, p. 9.
Contributed by: Zink