Answering The Call
On May 8, 2002, I was faced with the fact of taking a hard look at my drinking or going down the rest of the way. My wife had had enough, I could no longer do my job because of back surgeries, and I didn’t have a friend left in the world. I was too young to retire so I was working on going back to school to learn a new trade. I knew I couldn’t drink and do college algebra at the same time. I also knew if my wife left the house, my drinking would kill me in short order.