Wayne A.

My earliest memories in life were going to visit my father in prison. Once he was released, my dad would say that it was better for us to do drugs together than for his children to do them on the streets. This led me to getting high with my dad by the time I was eight years old. Once I made it to high school, I was drunk or high every single night of the week. I don’t tell you these things for sympathy. I say this to explain my journey and for some perspective on why I’ve always struggled with drug and alcohol abuse. As I sit here today, I see light at the end of the tunnel. I’ve got a great job in the restaurant industry that is keeping me afloat while I study for a degree in cyber security. I love computers and I’m applying myself in school like never before. Guess who has straight A’s? I’m even getting inducted into the National Honor Society. I see myself with a future. A bright future. Can you believe it, because sometimes I can’t.