Ditch Day 2017

Ditch Day 2017; … Strange sounding celebration, huh? Let me explain, on this day 6 years ago; on a frozen night in the low 20’s my little wife rescued my hulking unconscious, drunken, blacked out frame from a ditch, at 3:00 am in the morning. How she managed to get me home, in a state below stupor (I could not walk) is incredible. 
Through a hellacious experience I will not describe, she somehow got that drunken madman, to the house and in bed.

The next day, as I looked at my bleeding, broken, beaten face in the mirror, from where I had repeatedly fallen face first on the sidewalk. I looked at a man that I did not know…. I did not know who he was. But I was sure, I hated his guts.

This man had become the worst fear of his mother, the terror of his wife and disgust of his children. The face in the mirror was a drunken, alcoholic bum. I didn’t feel like there was anything to save. Death seemed to be the only inviting option. But I did not want to do that to the people, who miraculously had stood by me, in hopes I would change….

Why do I celebrate such an awful remembrance? Because it marked the end of my drinking career. Or should I say that the desperate cry for help the next day marked the beginning of a new path of life and hope.

Some remarkable friends that had experienced hope and healing from such a hell themselves reached a rescuing hand to me, when I cried out. And grabbed my extended life preserver and helped me into the boat of recovery & healing. They aided me in finding a life, truly worth living.

I don’t have to tell… I do not have to make such an admission today as I have here…. If you know the good man I am today, you would never suspect that I came from such a pitiful, demoralized pit 6 years ago…. And the friends that helped me would never tell you, unless I choose to tell you myself. So why do I tell such an embarrassing, humiliating tale of woe and heartache? Simple…. In hopes, that my admission might give someone out there hope that your end can really be your beginning. I share in Hope that you do not have to die in the hell of vicious alcoholism……. There is help. No matter how far, you have sunken, help is available to you…………

How?

Step 1 for anyone is always a ditch day. Even if you have not literally fallen in a ditch like I did. Admitting that your life is out of whack and that you need help- can be your end of bondage to the bottle. And it can be your beginning of peace and sobriety, through the grace of God & help that is certainly available; as I am a witness.

You do not need to tell, as I have. You can get help and no one need to know. Resources that are available are completely confidential. If you write me at timothygrantcarter@gmail.com; I will point you in the right direction and wont tell a soul. You don’t have to die in a ditch, like I almost did!

{I share this humbly and gratefully, knowing that without the help of God and friends that I could have certainly died on my ditch day.}

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About timothygrantcarter

Inspirational Speaker, Sales Trainer, Quaker Minister. Entrepreneur, Outdoorsman and Shotokan NiDan. . Visionary; Maker of original sayings, slogans and giver of spiritual help. "If God has a pulse, then I can feel it."
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