Carla was in rehab in Houston or so I thought. I got one letter from her asking me to write and I have written several letters and not heard from her. The coming Sunday, I could and did get a pass to leave the rehab with family for 4 hours.
All of a sudden, my family that sent me to rehab starting acting like I had some dread disease. They informed me that they would not take me out of rehab, but would come to see me. What was that about. I would learn in the next few days. As a matter of fact in the next few days, my family even quit answering the phone when I would call. I was getting pretty upset because I didn't know why they were treating me this way. I can tell you this, when you are stashed away in rehab with a bunch of drunks and addicts, can't get a hold of your wife and your family quits talking to you. You get pretty scared and lonesome.
The good thing was that I was walking closer to God and he had given me serenity. Even in a close walk with God, life still happens and it was happening all around me.
Mike
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