it is my belief today that whatever it was, it can only be described as an act of providence that led me to the doors of the halfway house, where i ultimately found sobriety and a recovery program. im not sure if it was my honesty that kept me there durin those early days or if it was fear; an honest fear of the consequences of continuin my destructive lifestyle. as i grapple with the right words to convey the turmoil within me and the forces that prompted my transformation from a state of alcohol obsession, i realize it must have been my HP guidin me toward the decision to change. 1 day @ a time…
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corn fed not inbred michigan white trash...
