I first entered our Club in 1985. It was located on S. State St. in a small rented building. A picture of that building hangs in Room 3. It was my first week of sobriety and I didn’t have a clue. It was smoke-filled and had a snack counter run by a strange man. You had to go down a steep and narrow set of stairs to get to the meeting rooms (also filled with smoke). No one told me to get out, and some of the people seemed friendly – so I stayed. Through the years, I’ve attended other meetings (held in churches), but to this day I consider our Club my spiritual home…

Over 17 years ago, when I first stepped through the doors of the Washtenaw Alano Club, I had no idea what a profoundly positive impact the WAC community would have on my life. With the support of the fellowship that I found here, my life has become rich in ways I feared I would never experience. I’ve now been married for over 10 years, I’m able to be productive, consistent and committed both with work and with music, writing and art, which are my passions. The theories about what I thought my life should be before I got sober have mercifully evaporated into the vapor that they always were (unbeknownst to the drinking me). Every time I pull into the WAC parking lot, or drive by, or simply think about our Club, I feel a magnetic pull to the constancy of this place and this community. I’m deeply gratified to have been chosen as one of our trusted servants, charged with ensuring that others will be able to come to know the peace and serenity that is available here.