I
had given Luis a warning, you have
a
place here with me as long as you
leave
the alcohol behind. It will surely
will
be the death of you and me if in
our
blindness we fail to see. And it’s
the
road of sobriety on which I choose
to
go. You may stay rent free as long
as
you need to get back on your feet.
I
assured him, but there will be no
drunkenness
in this place, no stagger-
ing
intoxication to inhibit our will.
With
all our might we must fight
the
dark side of our heritage which
infused
us with this terrible predi-
lection.
Luis could not abide the
sobriety
needed to survive, and
came
home drunk one night. He
begged
my forgiveness, claiming
that
he just couldn’t resist the
demon
within. I helped him gather
up
his things, made him sandwiches,
and
sent him on his way. Here are a
couple
of dollars, I handed him. If
you
are serious about getting help,
you
can call the crisis hot line. And
a
time later I was told by others who
knew
him on the street that through
the
remaining days and nights of his
life,
Luis never made the call. I did,
and I’m here to tell you.
Chris
Hanch 3-16-19
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