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All he had left was desperation. It was all he needed
December 21, 2002 was the day I died. I was homeless and soulless. My friends and family had disowned me but all I cared about was drinking anyway. I built my life around alcohol and now I found it stopped working.
I was 40 years old, alone, confused and afraid. I begged God to let me die. To me it was the easier softer way out. God had another plan. He sent an old friend I hadn't seen in 20 years. That night, he and my brother checked me into a Coney Island detox.
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