tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517927514655297132.post7896019807117519760..comments2023-10-19T05:01:12.377-07:00Comments on The Other Closet: No More "White Cane"!Mark Lyonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05915827981541131957noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517927514655297132.post-31630974816786805292007-12-15T08:40:00.000-08:002007-12-15T08:40:00.000-08:00I love this post. When you were first caught, one ...I love this post. When you were first caught, one conversation that came up more than once was just what you're saying. No one expected that you would be the one caught. Little brother and I never seemed able to be so careful about our challenges of the rules. Older brother had the hero thing working for him and you had the quiet, well-behaved, dignified front.<BR/><BR/>I had to stop and sit for a minute when I came to your comment about being a black-out drinker in high school. I have said that exact sentence every time someone has asked about my alcoholism and why I don't drink any more. I had no idea that you drank to that extreme, although there are stories out there about some after high school escapades . . . .<BR/><BR/>I came to know long ago how close I came to a life that would have led me to either jail, or the streets or an early death - or all three. And it's one of the ways I know without doubt that God loves me.<BR/><BR/>Looking forward to the next installment of your story. I love you.Deb Shuckahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03439395710731341021noreply@blogger.com