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Ben Bass – Recovery Alliance of El Paso

In February of 1987 I was getting ready to attend a sales meeting at work. This was nothing new; I had been attending sales meetings for a couple of years at this place. I had been having some good sales months and so I was pleased about the attention I was getting. On this morning, however, I woke up late. I didn't have enough time to shower or even comb my hair, so I walked across the hundred feet or so from the door of my apartment to my job and went in. Nobody even snickered but I knew I had made a big mistake. The problem was, not only did I look like hell, I stank from booze. Read more...