I want to share with the two of you a show I watched a couple of days ago—Judge Judy. She had on a gentleman who was loaded. I immediately became emotional because I was seeing myself for the first time on drugs (tears). I couldn't stop watching him and only him. I was not even sure what the case was about. He was fogged, distracted, lost and most of all near death. Judge Judy, upon seeing his state, stopped him from even continuing his side of the story. She said in a low and concerned voice, “look, how old are you?” He said his age and she looked at him with her head tilted and continued firmly, “listen, you need help and if you would like, our staff will help you get support. If you want to see your next birthday you better get things figured out.” The gentleman shuffled quietly out of the court room. I was crying sitting on my couch alone and shaken. It is still hard for me to think I was in that state. But by the grace of God my family didn't give up on me. And now I won't give up myself either. Words cannot express the gratitude I have for everyone that has had a hand in my recovery. From the slightest gesture of kindness David gave me the second night I was coming off the crap sitting in the hallway about to lose it. Or the voice of the nurses who babied me through my sickness. And most of all John and Dr. Pohl without whom I know I wouldn't have made it. You people are true heroes, whether you want to admit it or not. At least you are heroes in my book.
Again, I AM SOBER. Thank God.