If I couldn’t get help for my addiction problem, I didn’t want to live- but the Lord had other plans My name is Rick and I grew up in the Atlanta area. As a curious middle schooler, I dabbled with inhalants and found I really liked the feeling of being high. This led to alcohol and I took my first of many rides in a police car at the age of 14 – but this did not deter me from the road I was starting down. Soon I experimented with pot, and in high school I discovered every drug I could ever want. I started selling drugs to maintain my habit and made the mistake of selling to an undercover agent. My parents sent me to a psychiatrist when I was 15, who found that I simply didn’t care – I just wanted to get high. After graduation, I worked in the construction field, where drugs and alcohol were very accepted. I was able to function at work and made good money, but was miserable. My drug and alcohol problem led to two suicide attempts, which were nearly successful. If I couldn’t get help for my addiction problem, I didn’t want to live-but the Lord had other plans. It also led to the failure of a business venture I started with my brothers and prevented me from making a career from my love of motocross racing, at which I was a semi-pro. I was introduced to meth during this time and did jail time for selling it. I was in and out of rehab programs, going to nearly every single one in the metro Atlanta region. In one of them, something stuck and I was clean for ten good years. I rose in the Alcoholics Anonymous and Narcotics Anonymous ranks, serving as an officer at the state level and working in a treatment center. I actually considered a career of helping others at this center. I attended a church during the period, saying to myself, “I don’t know what these people have, but I want some of it.” It was there that I gave my heart to Jesus Christ and became involved in the church. As a drummer in rock bands, I used that musical talent to play for churches. I married, received a ten-year medallion for sobriety and thought I had a grip on my problem. That lasted until I was injured on the job and made the mistake of not telling the doctors that I couldn’t have narcotics. I was prescribed pain medicine and by the time those pills were gone, I had relapsed. This was even worse than the addiction time before. I manufactured meth, used...
Mission Bell February 2014
An insightful look at poverty in our community, including some thoughts from VRM clients and staff. http://www.wrbl.com/story/24724393/poverty-clear-and-present
Thank you for your support, which makes shelter during inclement weather possible for our vulnerable neighbors. http://www.wtvm.com/story/24708317/local-shelters-helping-homeless-escapre-the-cold?autostart=true