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Worth Every Tear

Several years ago, I was stealing to get by, barely surviving the life of an active alcoholic. I was a puppet, with liquor dictating my every move. I’m not sure if I was unable or unwilling to put the brakes on, but my Higher Power did for me what I could not do for myself.

Early one morning, I went into a store and picked up two brand- new chainsaws. I walked right by the cashier and out the door. Just as I did, an officer tackled me from behind. I recall the feeling of relief that swept over me: I’d never have to live that way again, I thought. I was free!

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