A Knock On The Door

Two years ago, Lea and I met Danica at a meeting and became friends with.  Lea is the godmother of Danica’s young son.   We had not seen Danica in a year.   Last night she unexpectedly knocked on our door at 10 PM.   We were delighted to see her after no contact for a year.

She had relapsed, lost her son to CPS and was homeless.   That is what addicts usually do when they drop off the radar.   It was not a surprise.

She is going to stay with us until she leaves, whenever that might be.  I need help with getting around, Lea needs help with cleaning and Danica needs help with life.   This should work out well for all of us.  She is a sweet young woman and we missed her.

As a guy in a wheelchair, I don’t get a chance to go make “12-step calls” to homes of alcoholics wanting to get sober.   It was a joy to have the chance to make one in my own home.   Danica was the person I would have most wanted to do a 12-step call with.

Using synthetic marijuana aka “spice”, methamphetamine, heroin, marijuana and losing her son did not make Danica a brighter smarter happier person.   That is to be expected.   It took almost three hours to buy some pants, shirts and shoes at the Goodwill today.   It was sad to watch a woman that did not  like to shop spend 30 minutes looking at a row of tank-tops over and over again in an OCD sort of way.  That was after discussions about a quick trip.

I am grateful Danica came by and look forward to helping her get her life back together and having her help us make our lives better.