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Posted in April 2017, but I wanted to preserve it here as welll...]
Just had something pop up as a "memory" on Facebook. Three years ago, to this day, my house caught on fire.
The fact I'd hit HOF on the day our house burned down never clicked.
Nobody was home at the time, and it was a beautiful day so even all the animals were outside. My wife called to tell me that a neighbor had called her on her cell phone to tell us our house was on fire. I messaged my boss at work, jumped in the car and headed home...
... and then stopped. To buy a can. Because I was almost out.
When I look back on my life, that's one of the most shameful, lowest points. In a way, though, it was a blessing, because that event - that one stop - is really when I started thinking that I didn't just have a habit. It really gnawed at me that I was that dependent on chew. That I would
literally let everything else burn in order to get my dip.
I came back to that often in the past 100 days, especially when I was feeling crappy and distracted.
Romans 8:28 says "And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose."
I've got a new house now. Losing that place was an unbelievable blessing, in so, so many ways... and whenever I come home, now, I have a tangible reminder of that day when I hit bottom, and why I never want to go back to being that guy.