My boys and myself celebrated the 4th of July at the races. It was a wonderful show. Displays of the colors before the show, American race cars racing down the track, and even jet cars. We were even treated to a wonderful fire work show. Did I mention Jet Cars? All great things to remind us of our freedoms in this country. There was one part of it that stood out to me more than anything. A wounded soldier was honored that had served in many conflicts. As I stared at him and thought of countless others who have fought for us, I was touched. My father being one of those individuals who served to keep us free. I honor and respect them.

Unfortunately these servants cannot fight every battle out there for us. No matter how much I wished for someone else to take my addiction from me, there is no way that could happen. Just like there has never been a magic pill I could take to remove lustful desires. There had been many times I have been on my knees praying for God to take away my addiction. Why could this not happen? I remember the first 12 step meeting I attended. 12 Steps, 12 weeks, No Problem!

Fast forward 10 years later, How stupid was I? This journey has never been easy.  I have had to fight these battles for myself to reach sobriety and my recovery. This battle had to be fought myself. I have many others who, cheered for me, supported me, and guided me. However it was when I decided to fight, to break lifelong habits and to recover did I start to see freedom.

During this 4th of July I honor those who have severed to provide my temporal and religious freedoms. I also honor myself for choosing to break generational habits and to do the work. I honor those who have been my support and guide. I especially honor those who provide the support and guidance for others. I honor everyone who had decided to do the work need to remove their shackles and be better men and women. These are the ones who will inspire others to give up addiction.

Spencer