‘I didn’t have a job or a house. My son was put in foster care. I lost everything because of alcohol.’: Father beats addiction after hitting ‘rock bottom,’ celebrates 3 years of sobriety

“I relapsed and spiraled downhill very fast. I stopped going to my drug and alcohol counselor. I started cancelling visits with my son because I was ‘sick’. I felt so hopeless and unworthy as a parent and human being. Then, my case manager showed up and reminded me I was in it for my son. I literally broke down and cried. I told her to leave, and she refused. ‘I will be with you for anything you need.’ She reassured me I had the potential to do this.”

‘I’m going to see my friend, Harold.’ A stranger. I look back, and I see our garbage man on his knees next to my father.’: Garbage man comforts old man with Alzheimer’s

“My father saw me crying the night before. I’m typically a very upbeat person but I was having a ‘feel sorry for myself’ moment. As I sat on the porch, I heard the garbage truck in the distance, and my father walking down the driveway. ‘I would like a moment with Harold so we can pray for you.’ Our garbage man, a stranger, was on his knees praying with my father for me as I was ugly crying. This disease can never stop my father’s love.”

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