Never forget where you came from…
What are the odds I’d walk into a homeless shelter to do service work and find a painting signed with my name and the year that nearly destroyed me?
“Ray ’08.”
2008 was the darkest year of my addiction. I was homeless, lost, and nearing the end of my battle with drugs.
17 years into recovery, I find myself standing in a homeless shelter, staring at a reminder of where I once was.
Coincidence? Or was the universe reminding me how far I’ve come and why I give back today? ❤️
Never forget where you came from. 🤘❤️🤘
Comments