April 15 2003. I relapsed again, another strip search and off to the holding cell at the half way house that was my temporary home. As I sat waiting to go back to jail, marinating in the self inflicted misery that was my life, I looked back on … Continue reading My First Vision

                    My dad and I pulled up to the front gate of the Utah state prison. We were there to support one of the state inmates we’ve come to know over the last couple years. He has blessed our lives. Though we were the supposed “ministers,” he’s … Continue reading Reverse Samaritanship

Awhile back I shared on Facebook a not so good memory of my former life. It was basically a step by step guide on how to get successfully handcuffed and placed in the backseat of a cop car. By “successful” I mean surviving, not getting shot or choked or beaten. My successful handcuff experience wasn’t … Continue reading White Priveledge

The picture is grainy, but if you look close you can see the clutched hands of two people, squeezing, hanging on for dear life. It was late fall 1980, my new school, Box Elder high.  I showed up to hang out at freshman basketball tryouts with my right arm in a cast. Weeks earlier I’d … Continue reading Legacy

“Someday, god willing, this will be the greatest blessing of your life. Your heart will be full of gratitude as this deadly weakness becomes the strength that defines and guides all that you do.” Richard was speaking again and I was listening but I just couldn’t ever imagine addiction being flipped into a blessing. He … Continue reading The Blessing of Addiction.