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Grapevine : April 2011
For nine years I went to Catholic School, learn- ing about church, prayer and God. e following three years were a blur as I entered the public school system and was introduced to all the things that would eventually take over: girls, drinking and drugs ... a way of life I found excit- ing and fun. As the years passed, I became extremely depen- dent on drinking. It made me feel stronger, braver and willing to try just about anything. My family owned a big business and always provided me with money. My father ran the company and my older broth- ers helped me learn the business. I took complete advantage of my access to money, which later turned out to be my worst enemy. My drinking grew worse as the years went by and I slowly started losing the things in life I trea- The Miracle Man past, I'd just pull out my backpack and head off to that special place known as somewhere else: Europe, North Africa, the South Pacific, the Caribbean, even North America, it didn't matter, just as long as it was somewhere else. That's how I man- aged living with myself for so many years. I was so preoccupied with the details involved in running away that there wasn't enough time to take a proper look at myself. By 2005, as the single mother of two boys, aged two and three, run- ning away was no longer an option. Their father and I had split up about 30 April 2011