Seeing the Light

Early in December 1990, I tried to commit suicide. I almost succeeded and was hospitalized in Prescott, Arizona. From my hospital bed, I heard two attendants debating how long I would hang on. They bet $5.00 on how much longer I would live. My stint in the hospital was the first time I had been sober in the previous eleven years, and I decided then and there I would die on my own terms, not in another's time frame. No one was going to cash in on that bet.