I believe that I surrendered to the disease of alcoholism on the day before I was to die. I had hit rock bottom, relapsed dozens of times over a five year period, and there was finally nowhere left for me to go but up, or all the way out. Through the love, support, and grace of several wonderful people, and my Higher Power, I chose to go up. I surrendered to my disease on a warm, sunny Sunday afternoon in June, 1992, at an alcohol and drug rehab on...