I grew up in Sheboygan, a tomboy, just shy of five feet. I felt I had a lot to prove and alcohol was my friend. On my 38th birthday in 2002, I took my last drink. My experiences, coupled with the background of my daughter’s birthmother (trauma, drugs, addiction,) and now the reality of my adopted daughter following in her birthmothers’ footsteps, was just one of the many reasons that I decided to volunteer as a driver for Mahala’s Hope clients. I am humbled to listen to the women’s stories if they choose to share.
I realize that listening to, encouraging them, and complimenting their efforts is the only gift that I can give them. The real work comes from themselves. Their fight for sobriety gives me hope.