I have an addictive personality, I get addicted to anything that will alter reality to suit my fancy; people, places, things, money, power sex, drugs and alcohol, not necessarily in that order.
I had it all, beautiful house on the corner in suburban Detroit, white picket fence, a boxer named ,"Duke," accomplished equestrian, played polo, traveled, excelled at everything I tried, hated school, loved to party, alcohol was my drug of choice, dabbled with tranqualizrs, speed,weed, you name it ,I tried it.
One night I was sick and tired of being sick and tired, decided to take a gun and blow my brains out. Sitting in the chair drunk out of my mind, in a black out I took the gun, placed it in my mouth and pulled the trigger.
The end and the beginning of my miraclous story of full blown addiction followed by an equally miraclous recovery.
Readers say, "my story has helped them because it offers HOPE ." they cannot put the book down. "If you can survive what you went through then I have a chance."
My goal in life, what I promised God sitting in a jail cell facing two counts of attempted murder, "if I can get sober, free of my addictions than I will carry my message to everyone, everywhere you lead me," I have kept that promise the past (35) years.