I’ve come a long way from those humble beginnings. I’ve built up things better and stronger then they were before, the mortar for my foundation has the proper mixture this time.
Maybe it comes with age, but I’m in a place of peace and acceptance now. Anxiety and depression plague me from time to time and…
I’ve been able to focus my attention on much more important things, like myself and God and doing the next best thing.
One day a brave man came into my life. He gained my trust. He was gentle and kind, and I was not. I never liked anyone who got too close to me, yet his persistence and patience was intriguing to me.
Life was this constant race, either I was running, or being chased — always on the go. I couldn’t sit still, I couldn’t stop. I needed alcohol to fuel myself; the more I burned, the more I needed.
I’ve been givin’ so many “Second Chances” that it almost seems ridiculous,. How could one escape death so many times without a greater power intervening?
You posses the key to that lock on that ball and chain that weighs you down and holds you back from achieving greatness.