12 Long Months...

Well, it's been one year. One year since I was admitted into the Highland Ridge rehab center. I've managed to survive 12 months. It's been a long year but a good year. I've finally started my life again. I got rid of my truck and bought something different. That truck, as much as I loved it, was part of a life I'd rather forget about. My last tie to my former self. It was a good change.

I bought a 2oo1 Volkswagon Jetta Wolfsburg Edition, Galatic Blue. It has the 1.8T engine in it which is pretty zippy. 0-60 in under 8 seconds, not too shabby. It also has the racing suspension which is quite fun when ripping through neighborhoods (hello Mr. Officer).

For pictures of what the car looks like click here and here. For more pictures go here.

My new life is in full swing and I'd have to say I'm extremely happy. Happier than I've been in a LONG time.

I am going to be speaking to the patients at Highland Ridge now that I’ve hit my year mark. I went up there last night. It was weird seeing the people in there. I remember how it was and I wanted to help them. They all looked so haggard and tired but there was something about their eyes. You could tell that they were thinking more clearly, you could see the pain and sadness also. I remember what that felt like and I just hope I can help any of them that want to listen. I hope that by seeing me and what I've accomplished that they can take comfort in the fact that you can get through it. You hear so much about statistics and odds and it leaves you feeling hopeless, but you don't have to be a statisic if you don't want to.

Life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you react to it.

-Charles Swindoll