Redemption & Change
Among the cherished keepsakes on my desk, there's a special drawing sketched by our then 9-year-old child, a poignant portrait of my wife and me. It serves as a humble reminder of my past, a silent echo of who I was then.
In the portrait, my wife radiates joy and warmth, and there I am, on the right, sort of. Use your imagination as to what he thought of me, but as he told me at the time, "her magical powers are holding you at bay." A vivid testament of how the haze of alcohol can cast a shadow on our lives, subtly shifting our images in the eyes of those we love most.
But there's beauty in this memory too, a testament to growth and change. When I recently shared this drawing with my now 30-year-old son, he had no recollection. It's a testament to the transformative journey we've undertaken, a testament to the power of redemption and change. It reminds me that…