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During my alcoholic tornado my family and friends had decided they were through enabling me.  I ended up at the Nashville Rescue Mission.  I was suppose to stay 30 days in the shelter and then I could transfer over to The Hope Center which was a program for women with Drug and Alcohol Problems and entailed Bible based studies for 6 months.  I had been at the shelter about 2 weeks, when standing out in the back courtyard, I had an idea.   At this sick part of my life, I was obsessed with alcohol and how to get it about 90% of the time.  I was not allowed to leave the shelter, or I would be kicked out of the program.  So here I am standing in the courtyard and suddenly the thought comes to my mind that I could probably slip away real easily, run and find a liquor store, and be back before anyone missed me.  So I begin to work my way to the back of the property all nonchalant like and slip away.  Once off the property I look for the nearest busy street, and bolt down it looking for alcohol.  Since they are plentiful in many areas of major cities, I was in luck.  I picked up 2 bottles of vodka, and headed back to the shelter, pausing here and there to take a sip.  Once at the shelter, I put both bottles inside the waist band of my shorts, and held onto them with my both wrists, all the time looking very normal……I was stopped immediately and asked where I had been.  “Who me, uuuugh just around the corner, I was petting a puppy.”  The lady in charge was not buying it.  OK, well I couldn’t find you anywhere so I need you to take a urine test. “OK sure.”   Inside she follows me to the bathroom, and then she does what I never dreamed she would do, she follows me inside. “What no privacy”?  I guess not.  So I try my hardest to slip those shorts down and still hold the bottles with my wrists….Glass bottles crashed to the floor.  I immediately pick one up and start gulping it.  I said I was sick.  I really was.   The thought of not having that alcohol was just too much.  The women had to wrestle it from my begging, pleading, crying miserable self.  They let me stay that night in the chapel, I slept on a church pew…..