Tag: recovery
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Reliable When She Can’t Be
Four days in the last two weeks. I’ve spent hours inside the Versa, sunglasses on, air conditioning running, waiting for one participant who has zero regard for timing, schedules, rules, or even other people. I have to keep telling myself that greatness isn’t built from magical, life-changing moments. It’s the small acts. Ones showing others…
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How’s the Water Today
A passenger confesses the three people he overlooked yesterday. An old goldfish story — and a daughter’s question — won’t let either of them off the hook.
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Acceptance
You either accept or quit. I had to accept I might never love again. Then I stopped fighting. This is the result.
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The Wall That Isn’t There
Charlie wiped away a tear. “She kept showing up. She didn’t have to. But she did.” His first sponsor was a Black woman from Sikeston. She was the first person who ever loved him for who he was.
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I Knew His Face
I didn’t know his name. I knew his face. About a man at a round table, a string of numbers in blue ink, and the question I’m still asking about whether I got close enough.
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Between The Buildings
pass through the breezeway at Gibson without thinking about it. Most days I hurry through, dodging conversations. This time someone called my name. I almost didn’t stop. I’m glad I did.
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Treatment. Or Freedom.
He thought he threw away 8 months sobriety. From a broken chair she offered grace. I almost kept walking. Three people. One hallway. And a lesson none of us can afford to miss.
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What It Cost
Jasmine didn’t want to share in group. She told me that before she even closed the car door. What happened next is why your organization’s stories matter more than your data ever will.
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Seven Years. First Time Ever.
She laughed when she told me how it started. Four wisdom teeth. One script. Seven years later she was still paying for it. This is Amara’s story. And it starts in my car. fiveminuteobservations.com
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Driving to Gibson Instead of Mercy
She panicked and drove straight to Gibson. What happened next is the best argument for harm reduction you’ll ever read.