Memoirs of an Alcoholic

Sharing my journey of recovery, one day at a time


download1 Thessalonians 5:2-6: For you know very well that the day of the Lord will come like a thief in the night. While people are saying, “Peace and safety,” destruction will come on them suddenly, as labor pains on a pregnant woman, and they will not escape. But you, brothers and sisters, are not in darkness so that this day should surprise you like a thief. You are all children of the light and children of the day. We do not belong to the night or to the darkness. So then, let us not be like others, who are asleep, but let us be awake and sober. For those who sleep, sleep at night, and those who get drunk, get drunk at night. But since we belong to the day, let us be sober, putting on faith and love as a breastplate, and the hope of salvation as a helmet.

Nothing feels safe anymore. Every few days, it seems we are under fire—movie theaters, schools and universities, concert venues, road races, sporting events … even churches. I pray daily for God’s protection, but would be dishonest if I said I wasn’t scared. If I told you that I sleep in peace, go about my everyday life with confidence, and practice faith 24/7, that would be a lie.

Fear. That’s what the Enemy wants.

Who is this Enemy? Is he a terrorist? A dictator? What about a leader whom people trust? Yes. He is all of those things. Satan is cunning, baffling, powerful. In 2 Corinthians 11:14, he is described as a force that “masquerades as an angel of light.” He represents evil, terror, darkness, and unfulfilled promises. A liar. A cheat. A destroyer of all things good. And, he has been defeated.

Praise God. I do not belong to this world; I belong to Him “who presides over us all” (Big Book, p. 14). I am a child of the Light. I believe in Jesus Christ, the Son of God, who died on the cross and was raised to life on the third day. I am a miracle because of His grace. I am worthy because He made me whole. God is Love. He is majestic, holy, faithful, sovereign, omnipotent, forgiving, just, merciful, gracious, and good. He is eternal.

Of course I feel fear. I am human. But today I can meet that fear with prayer, Scripture, and faith—not a bottle of wine to escape from the terror. Psalm 91:14-16 states, “Because he loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name. He will call on me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him. With long life I will satisfy him and show him my salvation.”

I hold onto these promises. I choose to stay sober because I know that my sobriety has so much more to do with Him than me. I not only talk about faith—I strive to live it. I practice the spiritual principles behind our 12 Steps every day. Indeed, evil is upon us. Satan is upping his ante, for his end is near. But all of these frightening, horrific, terrifying events have to happen in order for our Savior to return. And that gives me peace.

I am Yours, God.

Soul Rubs

wheat-bellyMatthew 6:11: “Give us today our daily bread.”

I have a disease. It’s a tricky disease. A cunning, baffling, powerful disease. It likes to convince me that I don’t have this disease. That I am in control, all-powerful, and unique. It tells me time and again, “You got this.” And the moment I feel weak, insecure, inadequate or resentful, it reminds me there is a solution. A temporary solution, but a solution nonetheless.

The disease has a name. Alcoholism.

As stated on page 12 in Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions, “No other kind of bankruptcy is like [alcoholism].” Spiritual bankruptcy. At my rock bottom, I was unaware that my spirit was severely malnourished. The deep, dark, hollow pit from within had a quick fix: more alcohol. More and more. Until I couldn’t feel my fingers and toes, couldn’t remember the pain, couldn’t piece together the events of yesterday evening.

Even after a few 24 hours in recovery, the hole still remains. It grows bigger and bigger. It gets hungrier and hungrier. It screams of discomfort and discontentment. The only difference is, I know the healthy way to fill that hole. Not a temporary solution, but the Solution. A Power so much greater than me. A Power that hugs me tightly, wipes my slate clean, and tells me I’m beautiful just as I am. God.

I believe in Soul Rubs. We’ve all experienced them at some point in our lives. They’re the warm honey that covers the spirit with goodness. During active addiction, I was in short supply of Soul Rubs. I needed a drink to feel normal, so the idea of finding peace outside of a bottle was incomprehensible. Thankfully, my Soul Rubs cup runneth over today.

So, what rubs my soul? Petting my Golden Retriever. Playing the piano. Reading a book. Writing in my journal. Laughter. Prayer. Meditation. Exercise. Coffee with a gal pal. Laughter. New adventures. Babies. Family. Coloring. Singing. Laughter. A new hairstyle. Date night. Me night. Worship. Service work. Naps. Laughter. Meetings. Sponsor. Hugs. Laughter.

I have a disease. But I have recovery. I have a hole that gets larger the longer I ignore it. But I have tools that nourish my spirit and fill the void. I need daily bread. I need Soul Rubs.

The No. 1 Offender

image.axdMatthew 7:4-5: “How can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye.”

There was a time when I believed I drank due to boredom and occasional loneliness. You can imagine my dismay when my newly appointed sponsor asked about resentments and whether or not I had any. Of course not! My Southern upbringing taught me how to be as sweet as the tea we drink. I stuff resentments, smile when sad, laugh when angry, talk behind backs, and reply with “I’m fine” even when I’m not.

Today, I am thankful my sponsor was patient. She encouraged me to “keep coming back” because Lawd, it was going to take a while for the fog to clear. We went through Steps 1, 2 and 3 at what seemed like a snail’s pace. When Steps 4 and 5 arrived, I was ready to look at my resentments. And boy, did I have resentments.

Like many alcoholics who are beginning their Step 4 journey, I wanted the relief without doing the work. There is a common misnomer when it comes to this step—that we must air our dirty laundry and disclose to our sponsor every drunken deed ever committed. The point of Step 4 is not to shame us, but to release us from past harms so we can become “happily and usefully whole.” Searching and fearless, I had to dig deep to uncover the resentments that kept me drunk.

Since then, I have gone through a thorough 4th and 5th Step twice. Still, resentment creeps in from time to time and rather than look for something external to change how I feel, I must face everything and recover. Page 64 of the Big Book states, “Resentment is the ‘number one’ offender. It destroys more alcoholics than anything else. From it stem all forms of spiritual disease.” So while “normal” people may stuff resentments all day long, I don’t get that luxury. That is, if I want to stay sober.

Although I have completed Steps 4 and 5, I continue to take a moral inventory each day. Sometimes I even have to write down a ‘mini’ 4th Step in order to clear my head and see my part in the situation. (And I always have a part.) In reference to the Bible verses above (Matt. 7:4-5), Richard Rohr, author of Breathing Under Water, writes, “Step 4 is about seeing your own [plank] first, so you can stop blaming, accusing, and denying, and thus displacing the problem. It is about seeing truthfully and fully.”

When I see clearly, I become entirely ready for God to remove my character defects (Steps 6 and 7). What a beautiful process if we trust it.

An Amends to Self

photo-1429371527702-1bfdc0eeea7dGalatians 6:2: “Share each other’s burdens, and in this way obey the law of Christ.”

Many of us enter the rooms of 12-Step fellowship with a desire to control our drinking, yet few have been granted the gift of desperation and fulfill Tradition Three from the get-go: The only requirement for membership is a desire to stop drinking. I was the former. While my husband had a desire for me to stop drinking, I had one foot in/one foot out the door. Thank God for the saying, “Keep coming back.” Because of it, I eventually came to believe that I am an alcoholic with an honest desire to stop drinking.

Many of us enter the rooms of 12-Step fellowship with a desire to get the police, judge, spouse, children or boss off of our backs. We wish to erase the shameful acts we committed while drunk or in a blackout by admitting we might have a drinking problem and could use a little help. But an alcoholic? Nah, not me.

Many of us enter the rooms of 12-Step fellowship and quickly skim through the Steps, ready to take on what we consider is most important—Step Nine: Made direct amends to such people wherever possible, except when to do so would injure them or others. If we attend a few meetings and mutter a desperate I’m sorry, life will return to normal and we can reunite with our best friend and solution, alcohol.

Unfortunately, the Steps and the Program don’t work this way. This way keeps us drunk.

I am a people-pleaser, with an honest desire to morph into whomever you want me to be at any given moment. I, too, was drawn to Step Nine in early recovery … if you just forgave me, then I would feel better about me. Page 62 of the Big Book states, “Selfishness—self-centeredness! That, we think, is the root of our troubles.” I was in bondage to self and it was obvious to everyone except me.

Thanks to suggestions from other more seasoned alcoholics in the Program, as well as a sponsor who took things slow, I eventually arrived at Steps Eight and Nine by putting trust in God’s timing. It was a process, not a race. There were many layers that needed to be peeled back before I could even think about making amends to those I had harmed during my drinking career.

So, I made my amends to the best of my ability. While I experienced relief, I still carried a burden that I couldn’t wrap my head around. Fast-forward to two-plus years into recovery, when I had a sudden urge to send my ex-husband an email. Rather than hitting the “send” button, I saved the note as a draft and ran it by my sponsor.

She read over the email, but rather than giving me the answer I was expecting, she encouraged me to instead direct it toward myself. You see, the burden I had carried for so long was not in needing others to forgive me, but needing me to forgive me. How beautiful that God had me pause long enough to seek my sponsor’s wisdom, because the letter was exactly what my spirit had longed for all these years.

Dear Jeremy Me,

I’m not really sure how to share this or if I really even should, but it’s been on my heart for a couple of years now and suddenly today I feel like it’s time to get it out. I hope you won’t use it against me and there’s no need for you to respond unless you wish.

Yesterday I was moving some old pictures of our son out of his bedroom and replacing them with newer ones. As I was going through the baby pictures, my heart just broke. I’ve been sober for two and half years now and have tried so hard over that time period to be the very best mom I could possibly be for him. But seeing those baby/toddler pictures made me recognize how much I really wasn’t there for him when he was so young.

So I wanted to tell you that I am sorry. Although I did the very best with what I knew at the time, I was wrapped up in my own addiction that I couldn’t stop and be the very best for him. I try each day to make up for time I may have lost with him when I was worrying about the next drunk, but I must acknowledge that it’s part of my story and I am simply grateful for where God has led me today.

Thank you for taking the time to read this. I was overwhelmed with sadness upon seeing those baby pictures, but I am thankful that I don’t have to live that lie anymore.



And just like that, I laid my shame at His Cross and offered myself true forgiveness. I am free.

I am Sober. And I am Alive.

grace2 Corinthians 12:9But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.

I celebrate four years of sobriety today. I wish, at this very moment, that I could tell you it has been a lovely and joyous ride. But man, I have been tested from every angle possible over the last several weeks.

Every defect of character, every insecurity, every fear, every temptation to drink… they have all reared their ugly heads. I have exhausted the tools that recovery has so freely given me, but even then, the pain has seemed unbearable. The urge to drink was so fierce that I am not certain how I got through the nights without picking up. Suicidal thoughts even crossed my mind a few times. The devil was in “roaring lion” form and I felt too weak to resist his cunning, baffling and powerful ways (1 Pet. 5:8).

The disease has kicked my ass.

The miraculous part about all of it? I am still sober. And I am alive. That’s about as simple as it gets for me right now. There have been moments where I have shut off my phone to disconnect from the world’s noise, but not once have I disconnected from my Father. I have prayed, pleaded, begged, sobbed… I have even expressed my anger and frustration with Him. Just as Jesus cried out in Matthew 27:46, I wept the same words: “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”

This entire experience has reminded me that I am not cured of alcoholism. Nope, I’ve still got it. The disease is progressing full speed ahead. I need the 12-Step program; I need my brothers and sisters in the Fellowship; I need my sponsor; I need the literature; I need meetings; I need service work… the list goes on. But when I have used every tool in my toolbox, there is One that never fails, always prevails:

I need God.

His grace is more than an unmerited gift or undeserved favor. His grace is empowerment. He gives me strength beyond my natural ability, to endure the gut-wrenching, heart-breaking, I-can’t-bear-this-a-second-longer kind of pain. But once I get over the mountain, I am able to appreciate the view from the top—the huge hill I had to climb to enjoy this new perspective, the rivers and valleys below, the peace and serenity that greet me with a warm smile.

On this day, the first day of Year 5, I am beginning to understand the meaning behind the quote, “Your greatest weakness is your greatest strength.” Without Him, I am nothing. With God, all things are possible. My sobriety proves that.

Pressing Onward

uploads-14115408840644deb16b0-2dc933e3Philippians 3:13-14 – “Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.”

Rarely have I experienced a sense of belonging in my 35 years of life. I have yet to determine if this is an alcoholic attribute or a Christian characteristic—possibly a bit of both—but I have come to accept that the sensation just doesn’t exist for me. It’s not to say I have never enjoyed the cozy, comforting feeling of fitting into a group or a relationship (no matter how toxic). But pre-recovery, I often had to give up something in order to achieve such status.

Even in recovery from alcoholism, I consider this feeling of alienation and incessant void to be more than a common trait found in many addicts. As a believer, my heart literally aches to be home. And not home as in my two-story brick house, where my husband is working hard outside and our two growing boys are wrestling in the front yard. Oh, how I love that home with all that I am. I’m talking about Home. With my Creator. My Father. My King.

The word Christian itself means “little Christ.” Life on earth is but a temporary assignment: I am to become more and more Christ-like each passing day. Even when I take three giant steps backward, I continue to grow provided I remain willing, faithful and teachable. Through working a strong 12-Step program and not picking up a drink one day at a time, I have learned that I can serve God daily by serving my fellows in recovery. Whether it’s sending a card of encouragement in the mail to a friend who is hurting, or finding organizations in the community that need two helping hands and a willing heart, I am a better woman when I am acting out my role as little Christ. It’s really that simple.

My struggles are constant, not only from alcoholism but also from the desire to put people, places and things before God—a way of tangibly filling the void from within, I suppose. Compulsive overeating. Obsessing about weight. Exercising too much. Wanting what others have. Comparing my insides to others’ outsides. Never-ending busyness. Lacking joy. Regretting the past. Feeling inadequate. The list goes on. I recently experienced an “Aha!” moment: I realized that my difficulties, vulnerabilities and flaws do not define who I am as a child of God. By depending on Him for power and wisdom, He refines and molds me into the woman He created according to His purpose (Romans 8:28). Therefore, I can forget what is behind and strain toward what lies ahead. The good news? I can practice this on a daily basis.

Paul humbly states in Philippians 3:13 that he did not consider himself yet to have taken hold of it. In the passages leading up to this verse, Paul writes about righteousness, which I believe he is referencing when he pens “taken hold of it.” This, to me, is humility at its best. Here is a man who is spreading the Gospel of Jesus Christ, imprisoned in Rome, and still does not consider himself righteous. So you see, no matter how many noble, Christ-like acts I perform during my short stint on earth, I cannot earn God’s grace and love. He gives them away freely. And just as Paul writes, this ever-constant feeling of never truly belonging is how we as followers are designed to feel. God is calling us heavenward in Christ Jesus—He is our Prize.

I’ll try to remember that the next time I am having a rough day.

Just Another Day?

NativityIsaiah 9:6 – “For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.”

I will always remember Christmas morning as a child. The excitement, the warmth, the love of family. Every year, before we ripped the wrapping paper, Daddy would read the real Christmas story in the Gospel of Luke. I can’t promise that I listened intently – the colorful presents under the tree were hugely distracting – but looking back I realize it was more than words. It was worship.

As I have grown into an adult, the excitement of Christmas has sadly morphed into stress and the secular hustle and bustle. I try to slow down at times and remember the true reason for the season, but the world quickly reminds me that the retail clock is ticking and He once again gets pushed to the side. Black Friday deals have started interrupting Thanksgiving dinners around the country and Starbucks is now open on Christmas Day. This isn’t convenience – this is sad.

I would love to say that our boys help put the spark back in Christmas morning, but I can’t. While I love them dearly and enjoy watching the excitement brew up in their pint-sized bodies, it seems they, too, are gripped by consumerism. More is never enough. An iPod touch one year, then an iPad the next. I can remember wanting a Nintendo Game Boy for years as a child and never got one. Guess what? I’m still standing.

Thanks to the introduction of online shopping, I no longer have to endure crowded parking lots and long lines. I can do what an addict does best: isolate. Hmmm, not sure that’s any better for this alcoholic. And even when I can’t avoid a trip to the nearest Walmart or Target, I wonder what God thinks of it all. We must look like a bunch of cockroaches in the dark, scurrying to beat a clock – and each other if necessary.

Today is the day that we’ve all been rushing for: December 25. Presents are being opened, pies are being consumed, family is (hopefully) being enjoyed. And tomorrow, it’s over. Done. Finished. Until next year, of course.

Christmas – just another day?

It’s the day when we honor the birth of a Savior. That’s exactly what this world needs, now more than ever. Consumerism, ‘Affluenza,’ addiction, depression, over-consumption – whatever we wish to call it – is simply a red flag with flashing lights that WE NEED JESUS. And yet, we’re missing it.

I can’t say I am saddened to the point of hopelessness, however. All of this has to happen so that our King can return. It’s a part of God’s Great Plan. What I can say is, for this recovering alcoholic, today is more than just another 24 hours. More than just another day. More than a paid holiday. It’s CHRISTmas. It’s the day above all other days, because Christ the Savior is born.

“Glory to God in the highest heaven,
      and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.” (Luke 2:14)

Merry Christmas, my friends and Fellows. Happy birthday, Jesus.

Be Careful What You Pray For

Matthew 6:6–8: “But when you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father, who is unseen. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you. And when you pray, do not keep on babbling like pagans, for they think they will be heard because of their many words. Do not be like them, for your Father knows what you need before you ask Him.”

A few months into the Program of Alcoholics Anonymous, I heard a wise woman talk about how she had maintained a prayer journal throughout her many years of sobriety. In this journal, she wrote down every answered prayer she had encountered. It was then that I decided to keep a journal also—to use it as encouragement on days when I become weary of persevering and doing the next right thing.

Even after just a few months, the pages in my journal are filling up with all sorts of answered prayers. Not only is it downright neat to read, but it helps me to remain thankful as well. There are several prayers that God answered in ways I could have never imagined, leaving me almost without words to put on paper. I am continually amazed by His grace.

Toward the end of 2011, about eight months into sobriety, I began to feel God stirring something new in my heart. I wasn’t sure exactly what He was telling me at the time, but I knew He was leading me into a new direction. Rather than act on it immediately like I would have done in the past, I looked to God’s Word as a lamp to my feet and a light for my path (Ps. 119:105). I asked for patience, prayed for guidance and looked forward to what He had in store.

The more I prayed, the more God revealed. The more I listened, the more I could discern His voice from the world’s noise. Over time, I felt God’s hand guiding me into the field of addiction recovery. And before I could shout hallelujah, He led me to a job at MARR—a non-profit organization in Atlanta that provides long-term addiction treatment to men and women.

Although I started at MARR on April 2, 2012, I am still blown away that I can serve God and others in need of recovery each day. In fact, it was not until a few days ago that I could find the words to express my gratitude in my prayer journal. Before I head into work every morning, I ask God to humble me before His throne and use me as a channel to reveal His glory and greatness at MARR, not my own.

Because God knows what I need before I even ask, He also knows what my prayer journal will look like in 10, 20 and 30-plus years. And, I am excited to read it in the days to come. God is good.

The Birthday Acceptance Speech

Colossians 1:9-14: “For this reason, since the day we heard about you, we have not stopped praying for you. We continually ask God to fill you with the knowledge of His will through all the wisdom and understanding that the Spirit gives, so that you may live a life worthy of the Lord and please Him in every way: bearing fruit in every good work, growing in the knowledge of God, being strengthened with all power according to His glorious might so that you may have great endurance and patience, and giving joyful thanks to the Father, who has qualified you to share in the inheritance of His holy people in the Kingdom of Light. For He has rescued us from the dominion of darkness and brought us into the kingdom of the Son He loves, in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins.”

Today, I am overwhelmed with gratitude. Three hundred and sixty-five days ago, I picked up a white chip and accepted a new way of life. The 12-Step program has changed the way I live; Christ has transformed me from within. Over the last year, I have become friends with the real me. I have seen God’s amazing grace at work, and have witnessed His majesty fill my horizon with breathtaking colors of wonder, glory and hope.

A dear friend of mine (who is not one of us) once expressed how she believed a full year without alcohol was commendable in and of itself. And to a normal person, I think it’s admirable indeed. But I’m not a normal person—I am an alcoholic. I don’t have the option to ‘test drive’ sobriety. This new life is here to stay.

I walked through the doors of a 12-Step meeting to save a seven-month marriage. What I didn’t realize, however, is that I would be saved along the way. I work my Program hard, because my Fellows tell me it works if I work it. And every morning, come rain or come shine, I kneel down in prayer and raise the white flag of surrender. I can’t, He can.

After I attended my first recovery meeting, a veteran of the Program advised me to jot down 10 goals I wanted to achieve in one year (see The Top 10 blog post). Today, nearly all of them have been fulfilled. I am immensely grateful for these gifts, but the greatest gift of all is God. Take away everything I have, everything I own, and I am still blessed beyond measure. No one will steal my joy (John 16:22)—He is my Source of happiness and freedom.

I included the passage in Colossians (above) because it holds a great deal of sentimental value for me—it represents the first passage I read when I decided to get sober. These verses remind me of God’s pure and perfect will, His Spirit that dwells richly within me, the importance of a godly life that bears fruit and pleases Him, growing in the Word, being strengthened with His glorious might, receiving endurance and patience, and giving joyful thanks to my Father. I am a child of God, and I am qualified. I have been rescued from darkness, and I will live in the Kingdom of Light forevermore. I have been redeemed, and I am forgiven.

Praise God for His infinite mercy, love and grace. He is sovereign; I am sober. Miraculous!

There’s a Duke at the End of the Tunnel

James 5:11: “As you know, we consider blessed those who have persevered. You have heard of Job’s perseverance and have seen what the Lord finally brought about. The Lord is full of compassion and mercy.”

“Don’t quit before the miracle happens”—a phrase I hear often in recovery meetings. Of course, I over-analyzed that expression in the beginning, thinking there was only one miracle to be had and once it arrived, my journey in sobriety would be complete. As my one-year birthday draws near, I now understand the journey is ongoing and the miracles are endless as long as we stay in the game. It’s perseverance at its finest, really.

A few Fridays ago, I got into a rather devastating argument with someone very dear to my heart. Feelings of despair, hurt and gut-wrenching anguish overwhelmed me, and I stood in my kitchen wondering if sobriety was worth the pain. At that moment, I recalled the bottle of Jack Daniels in the cabinet (I had always been more interested in wine than whiskey, hence the reason it was left over). “What if I put a drop on my tongue—just one little drop won’t hurt,” I thought. This is where the insanity of the disease kicks in full force.

Looking back, I’m not sure how I got through that evening sober. But I am reminded of the beautiful poem, Footprints in the Sand. Here is an excerpt:

So I said to the Lord,
“You promised me, Lord,
that if I followed You,
You would walk with me always.
But I have noticed that during
the most trying periods of my life                                 .
there have only been one
set of footprints in the sand.
Why, when I needed You most, have
You not been there for me?”

The Lord replied:
“My precious child, I love you and would
never leave you.
During your times of trial and suffering,
when you see only one set of footprints, it was then
that I carried you.”

I turned my will and my worries over (and over again) to God that night. I’m not sure what I prayed or how I even found the strength to pray, but as time passed—and it always does—my outlook began to change. Other common phrases started coming to mind, like “If you’re not part of the problem, there is no solution” and “Would you rather be right or free?” When I took full responsibility for my actions and promptly admitted my transgressions to my loved one, peace trickled back into the relationship.

Because of God’s amazing grace, I didn’t wake up the following morning with a hangover. An emotional hangover, yes. But the miracle is that I didn’t pick up a drink to solve the problem; instead, I picked up the tools this remarkable Program has given to me.

Two days later, my family had the sudden and wonderful opportunity to rescue Duke—a sweet and gentle Golden Retriever who was abandoned in an apartment in Gainesville, Florida. Duke has been deemed my ‘recovery pup,’ as he became a part of our family just one week before I picked up my 9-month chip. He is a constant reminder to persevere even when life gets tough, because there is always a blessing at the end of the tunnel. God has a plan for each of us, Duke included.

Welcome home, precious Duke—you are a miracle indeed!

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