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March 2012: To Catch a Break

A chance run-in while shopping changes a Texan's life

I worked two miles north of downtown Dallas before I was blessed with sobriety. I would always see a homeless man panhandling outside the building where I worked. I usually talked to him, but not because I was nice. I talked to him so I could compare and contrast how much better my life seemed.

I was dating a bartender, working at a dead-end job and living with my parents at the age of 30. I had gone through a nasty divorce and told myself I needed to heal. It never occurred to me that the nasty divorce could have been because of my addiction. And my need to heal was really my... Login to read more
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