On an unusual night my call to Judgement was reckoned. This blog is about how I cheated death when my past caught up to me. It was cold and ice rain fell rapidly onto the window like bullets of sharp steel. I wrapped my shoulders in a blanket and looked around for my book and realized that my husband had been arrested.
Just then there was a knock at the door. My friend “Mercedez” whom worked with me at the call centre was standing there with the opportunity to go out dancing at the local metropolitan nightclub. The nights turned into a blur when my past caught up to me and an old friend asked me to do a line of cocaine with her. My mind starting racing as I thought about picking up the phone and calling my husband.
When we met I was a ballerina with a cocaine problem and he loved me. It was ten years clean on the night he got arrested. I didn’t know why and how and even what had happened that night because it all happened so fast. And here was a new opportunity to go back to my old ways of countless nights of dancing. So instead I smiled at my new friends from Narcotics Anonymous and remembering his words of encouragement, I said: “Hello, my name is Mildred and I’d like to talk to you today about human trafficking.”
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