The lives of some of my guys can be so fragile. Struggled to resume his life after hitting the bottom. “I didn’t want to be a bum.” He had crashed. Lost his father. No home. No job. No things. Collapsed somewhere, a woman offered him $10. “I don’t want handouts,” he told her, rejecting the gift. He went to Serenity House in Wallingford, cleaned up, and came back.
Got a job cleaning. Not embarassed. Didn’t have a place to live. “On the street 10-14 hours and day; working 6-8 hours. I went to the place where I cleaned when it was closed and slept on a couch. Someone found me. I got fired. Bad choice.” Eager to work and sober, proudly sober, for 51 days, he says someone has offered to help him find another job. “I ain’t going to make that mistake again. Got to make better choices and follow the rules.”
