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‘I locked eyes with a stranger at a gas station. ‘Are you okay?’ I was visibly a junkie, barely able to swallow my embarrassment.’: Woman reminisces on stranger’s ‘beautiful act of kindness’ during active addiction

“I was sleeping under a bridge. I was bleeding, a lot. I remember limping down the street, so far past humiliation. People pretended to not see me, including my father. This man took me into his home. Even in that moment of pure desperation, I saw the tremendous beauty of kindness.”

‘I wasn’t the stereotypical addict on the streets with no teeth, begging for money. I had children. I was functioning. I’d get up, eat, go to the gym. Then, I’d go on a bender for days.’

“I’d do whatever I could to distract myself from the fact that I felt alone. I always wanted to stop, but I didn’t know how. People around me knew, but never said anything. It made me feel like it was okay. I didn’t realize I needed to change until I lost my children. I decided if I couldn’t beat this and see my kids again, I’d kill myself.”

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