When I was a junkie living in King’s Croos, Sydney, they were pulling down the houses across the road to start building the rail line. One day I went and investgated some of theses fabulous, derelict houses and came across a man sleeping/living in one of the backyards, obviously in some distress. In spite of my own condition, I went back home and got some bread and cheese for him to eat. That was it. About a month later, I saw him again at the CES (dole office) and he came and hugged and thanked me for saving his life. A small thing can be so important and powerful to someone else. I have never forgotten what I learnt from that experience. PS, that was 40 yrs ago; I have been clean for a long time.
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