Today I want to tell a story about a friend of mine; that is my side of the story. Liz will tell her side of the story when she writes it out for me.
I grew up in the Robertland in Stewarton which was just a normal Scottish housing scheme. My back door had a garden and a couple of gardens along was Liz and her sister Tracey.
I used to talk to Liz every time I saw her. I was about 12 when I moved into the house behind Liz. I remember going up to her house on a Friday with a carry out when her Mum and Dad were out.
The years passed and I cant recall seeing Liz again. I know if I did and can’t remember it as I had become an alcoholic. The years passed by.
I ended up in a rehab and married to Trish. It was a Christian discipleship place. I moved to Troon and ended up running Overcomers Outreach. One day I said I can’t remember the eighties and had no friends left from then.
The next Sunday I was in Kilmarnock at a meeting. Outside the door was two women. One said to me ‘Hi Richie’ I just looked. She said ‘it’s Liz Tracey’s sister’. She had become an alcoholic.
We kept in touch. Then I got a phone call to say Liz was in hospital and almost dead. She was on life support and unconscious. Trish ans I went to see her. Liz looked dead already . It was a very hard moment for me. Liz couldn’t talk.
We prayed out loud. A tear ran down her cheek.
Today we went to see Liz. She has ended up in a rehab in Manchester. She is clean and sober thanks to Jesus.
I am so happy for Liz as she is like a sister to me.
She said she would write down her story for this blog.
Thanks for reading.