Hope is real
Published on: 01/07/2026
When I walked into my first recovery meeting in 1985, I was terrified and alone. How hope found me, and why I keep passing it on to others.
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When I walked into my first recovery meeting in 1985, I was terrified and alone. How hope found me, and why I keep passing it on to others.

Forty years ago, Paul handed me a tiny mustard seed and told me to have faith. 38 years of marriage later, here is what that seed has grown into.