The road gets rocky sometimes

This week, Wendell and I told our story to one-hundred and fifty second year medical students as part of a presentation by our state Physician Wellness Program. We sort of gave the Twitter version. Seven years of drama condensed into slightly more than 140 characters each. Okay, quite a few more characters than that on my part.

The experience was both powerful and humbling. Humbling because we could so easily be among the sad statistics of divorce, destruction, and death associated with alcoholism and addiction. Yet powerful, because we saw how our story could give hope and help to others. Maybe some of those students will remember us. And, someday, when an upstanding, honorable, respected member of their community stumbles into the office with an unknown illness, the doctor will decide to run a drug screen. Just in case.

Or maybe some members of the audience will become spouses who finally stop pretending nothing is wrong. Maybe they will get humble enough to repent for their part in the problems and brave enough to speak up for the one they love.

And, maybe, some of those students will look in the mirror tonight and see the signs of addiction staring back at them. Maybe they will ask for help.

Maybe.