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Preference will be given to letters less than 200 words. I was born with the proverbial silver spoon in my mouth, the child of two aristocratic old Southern families and with every promise of success in this world. Thirty-five years later I was almost a bag lady on the streets of Atlanta. Sadly, I expected to die in that condition and never know what had gone wrong. Today, I understand what happened to me and to millions of other people around the world who have a disease called alcoholism, and I am able to make sense of my life as a tale that includes both brokenness and redemption.