One of the guys came into my office to chat with me yesterday and we ended up talking for quite awhile just about his life now compared to how it was 6 months, even 2 months ago. I was telling him how he brought such a balance to life here for both the residents and workers. I commented on how he has been so happy and cheerful in the mornings lately, always whistling and smiling. He threw his hands up, smiled and said with a kind of joy and seriousness in his voice; ”Its ’cause I woke up, Carly!”
whew. I almost started to cry. It was just another example of how self-defeating and enslaving addiction can be. To think that he was fearing for his life because of the situations he found himself in, or for him to be so far gone in his addictions that he sits here looking back on his life wondering how he even survived.
I’m so happy he is here. So thankful for his life. And for the grace that gave him a second chance at living. He’s got a lot more to offer and isn’t done yet. Plus, he’s kind of teaching me some things. 
