Her son's despair over her alcoholism became the cornerstone of her sobriety
His deep blue eyes became wide when he saw us for the first time and he whispered shyly, "That's my new Mommy and Daddy."
I knew at that moment that this little three-year-old child was our son and I would always protect him. No one would ever hurt him again! Yet, 12 years later, those same dark blue eyes—this time—clouded with tears, would look at me and ask, "Why can't you stop drinking?"
Those words would cut through the layers of denial and justification and puncture my heart with the realization that I was hurting my son.
Houston's Flower Man
With the help of AA, he went from living on Skid Row to having his house highlighted on the tourist trail