I learned that one of the best caregivers at work used to be a meth addict with 3 felonies under his record.
I had some intense story time with him where he told me he used to have it all. He married into a rich family with a wonderful daughter, great wife, nice corvette,boat, and house. All of which was lost when he started getting fiddling with America’s number one addicting drug: crystal meth. He told me stories about going to buy it from his dealer and finding a $400 sack of it on the walkway of the drug dealer’s crib. He told me stories about his brother never recovering from alcoholism. He told me how he lived in a cold crack house for ten days. He also was hospitalized for a few weeks and was terrified of being released because he had no place to go. All of which turned about when his parents came through the door at the last day of his hospital release to give him one last chance.
This guy turned his life around from the deepest of dark times and admits to still being a mess with other present problems. I still gave him major props for being who he was today.
We ended the whole conversation with him whipping out his dentures and showing me his meth teeth smile.
We laughed, gave each other props, and continued to wipe down the bowel movements during our shift.
There are some damn inspiring people out there, and you probably won’t ever really know any of their real stories unless you paid them with some kindness, trust, and respect.