Recovery & Spiritual Awakening: The Journey That Begins When You Get Clean
My boss woke me up while I was sleeping in my car in a customer’s parking lot. I don’t remember what I said. Something automatic, something that sounded like an explanation. What I remember is the look on his face — not angry, exactly. More like a man watching something happen that he couldn’t stop. I straightened up, started the car, and drove to the next call like nothing had happened. Because that was the skill I had refined above all others by then: the ability to keep moving while being completely absent from my life. That parking lot wasn’t the bottom. It was a Tuesday. It would be another ten years before I found a solution I could live with. And the funny part is…there is still a version of me that exists somewhere in the past, sitting in a car in a parking lot, engine running, not going
