Those times I shall always carry thankfully - along with the brothers who helped us help ourselves along. As well as the people in the persons of our family, friends, patrons and faithful public servants - around us who made a safe space where it all became possible...
To make recovery as real a choice to each of us - as can be. Real enough to rival the choice to use.
Because for the addict, one choice alone seem to lead to happiness, and in the past, the addiction won itself out almost every time. This almost ate up my confidence completely. And my sanity too. My own addiction made me believe in the illusion that it was something happy even though my heart did not want it and my mind knew it was an insanity to believe.
However, armed with a many numbered experience-in-recovery, I have come to know these day the choice that nowadays I have to live with. I have a real choice now; a fighting chance.
And so along with it must come the truths that must always be present in my mind like a companion in the midst of my journeys away from the Center.
At the Center not so long ago, there were two pillars of sanity and silent sources of compassion. Who always wanted to give us the best. There was love in everything we eat, I knew. That we may know, in the midst of all that pain and transformation, there was hope in everything we do. We called them Tatay and Nanay - two humble public servants. Neither of them were famous - nor did they want to be. But both of them were true to themselves, I know.
The Tatay I know seem to be aloof. But he was like that for a purpose. His distance was like a fence. It was for us a measure of safety.
Now he has passed away. This was some time ago. I know this seems late. But truth is I can not bear not to mention him here. And salute his life.
God bless you, Tatay. God love you, Nanay. Thank you and peace be with you both.
P. S.
The best Batchoy I learned how to cook with Tatay.
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