Stories of Hope

The stories are endless.

“Dad, you’re nothing but a crackhead. I don't ever want to see you again.” My son was 15, and he was right. He and my ex-wife had come to my apartment and found me getting high, again. I’d been a functional addict for more than two decades,...

I quit my factory job in South Beloit in March 2020 – unfortunately, just a few days before the lockdown started. I regretted the decision, of course, because when everything shut down it was hard to get another job. I got a few odd jobs...