It started out as a good day. It was March 17th, St. Patrick's Day. Me and my friends were out having a great time...bar hoppin', enjoying the parade, drinking green beers, and lots of car bombs. We all finally decided to call it a day and head home. We drew straws. I got the long one, so it was my job to get us all home.
That is when things went wrong for me. As we were leaving town, I got pulled over. Four tests and a breath alyzer later, I was on my way to spend my night in jail. Laying in the cell I started running the events of the day through my head. I finally came to one conclusion, I shouldn't have driven.
My problems had only just begun. Little did I know, that I would lose my driver's licence and there would be more consequences then I realized. Due to the fact that I had to drive for my job, it was a drastic thing. My job was at risk, and of course, it went bad for me. I lost my job and I was left with nothing. No way to pay my bills, no way to get to a job, and not enough people around to help me out.
So, I left where I was living and moved back to where my family was. They were there to help me out when I needed it most. For this, I can't thank them enough, and I love them more and more for it.
Now, I know that my recovery, and getting my life back together is all on me. I need to do for myself for one thing. Which could be the most important, but I felt in my heart that I should do it for the ones that helped me. I can't let my family down after all they have done for me. That's why I'm going to make it through this. I've got the support I need, and the people to lean on when I have problems, and for this I couldn't be more grateful.
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