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Hug | gracehousestories
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The road to change leads through grace. February 8, 2015. It started with a hug. After completing an interview for residency at the Grace House, Alice asked me for a hug. She didn’t ask if she was accepted. She just wanted a hug. I have always been a bit awkward doling out hugs. To me. . . I have to know you. I have to like you. You have to. She just kept doing it. After a very successful stay, Alice gave her notice. She was moving out. The sober house had met its purpose and now she was ready to...Febru...
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Letters of Grace | gracehousestories
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The road to change leads through grace. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. On A Near Perfect Day.
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Heroin | gracehousestories
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The road to change leads through grace. May 23, 2015. The following poem by Natalie Cribari, titled “Heroin,” was included in the Pennsylvania State Coroners Association’s 2014 Report on Overdose Statistics. It was written by the young Harrisburg-area woman on Christmas Day 2005 three months before she died of a heroin overdose at the age of 20 to warn others about the dangers of abusing drugs. Natalie wrote the poem from Dauphin County Prison. She died 19 days after she was released. But I craved him mo...
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Life sucks, and then you try | gracehousestories
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The road to change leads through grace. Life sucks, and then you try. February 27, 2015. She always ran to him. Any time of the day or night, didn’t matter. As far as little brother was concerned, I was resentful as shit. To put it another way, I hated the sonofabitch. Didn’t matter that I’d never met him, not in the least. All that mattered was that he was bringing my girl down, every time he called her in the middle of his latest dead end place. What she was talking about, and why. Life is never going ...
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Tribute to Marilyn Monroe | gracehousestories
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The road to change leads through grace. Tribute to Marilyn Monroe. August 7, 2015. 8220;On August 5, 1962, movie actress Marilyn Monroe is found dead in her home in Los Angeles. Los Angeles police concluded that her death was caused by a self-administered overdose of sedative drugs and that the mode of death is probable suicide. May all Beings be freed. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public).
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Enemy at the Gate | gracehousestories
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The road to change leads through grace. Enemy at the Gate. March 30, 2015. Enemy at the Gate. Addiction is like the Enemy at the Gate. It’s always there and the struggle is to not worry but be prepared for the time it pulls off a surprise attack. This enemy disguises itself as isolation, depression, boredom, a dysfunctional relationship, a place, a thing, one weak moment- a relapse. Always opened to thoughts, comments and ideas. G. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. On A Near Perfect Day.
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My Angel | gracehousestories
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The road to change leads through grace. May 15, 2015. She comes to me in darkness. She comes to me when I’m alone. Often when I’m crying or hurt. She appears when I’m on my own. By my side she stands and stares. Without a hallo or wings. No shimmer light follows her. She saves me from desperate things. She comes to everyone else as well. Yet her eyes are heavenly blue. She seem to have an unearthly glow. As if she was covered with dew. When others call She dresses in white. And never turns to look back.
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The Cost | gracehousestories
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The road to change leads through grace. March 14, 2015. I don’t like to write, I’d rather type. But I want to write to feel the pain on my fingertips. A lost diamond ring is of little cost compared to the day when little boys stopped asking for their mommy because it costs them too much pain to have her come and leave again. The sadness of sweet memories that could have been made is the heavy cost you made when you chose evil over love. A Note Of Encouragement. Enemy at the Gate. Enter your comment here.
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Anyway | gracehousestories
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The road to change leads through grace. April 22, 2015. Recently someone asked me, “If you could choose three people (alive or no longer) to have a chance to meet and talk to for just one hour who would that be? 8221; My first choose would be Mother Teresa. The quote below says it all. This version was found written on the wall in Mother Teresa’s home for children in Calcutta:. People are often unreasonable, irrational, and self-centered. Forgive them anyway. Enemy at the Gate. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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