Let go and let God. That is a very hard thing for a stubborn person like me to do. I had been in several treatment programs and De-Toxes, all to no avail. Often before reaching the city limits after discharge I was on the sauce again. These were not a day or two endeavors - they lasted for upwards of a month. The last , after returning from my Dad's funeral in September, 1998. I also lost a dear friend, several hours after being informed of my Dad's passing that same day. In wandering late one night I stepped into an open water main and broke my ankle. Having enough painkiller aboard I didn't realize my predicament until a day or so later when my shoe no longer fit. After X-rays and temporary cast and 1 week in Detox I was released with no place to go. I knew about the "Mission" but pride was still a problem. I decided to try the Program or should I say God decided I needed it ,(He was tired of my foolishness).I was saved in Brother Larry's office and in the process changed my thinking and outlook on life. Shortly after, in December 1998, I was asked to become Program Director; but, nothing had prepared me for what lay ahead. I give credit to God, Bro. Larry and the staff for help during these times.
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