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...
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