It was an amazing evening celebrated with many “firsts” in recovery. As quoted by one of the residents “It was the first time in years that I have enjoyed quality time with my father, and told him that I loved him”.
Last Door’s Youth Program is for teens, 13 to 19 years of age.
Kwantlen University Not for Profit Financial Management Students are participating in a Community Project at Last Door for their Bachelor of Business Administration in Accounting Degree.
Students reviewed and assessed Last Door’s Financial Reports, Policy and Procedures, ByLaws and Statements. Generating a report on their findings that have provided an invaluable learning experience for the students. Currently the Students are in the office reviewing Last Door’s Electronic Health Records and Invoicing System, setting up vendor accounts and producing a long term revenue expense report.
Last Door Recovery Centre; happy to be part of their education process. The four students are also getting a learning experience on Addiction and Recovery, and will be attending a 12 Step meeting to see the whole picture of Last Door, not just the accounting top see how self help factors into Residential Addiction Treatment.
Experience, Strength & Hope by Rob B
One of the earliest memories I have as a kid was feeling not part of somehow. But I discovered an affinity towards the girls at around the same time as I started using. Being socially inept as I was, having drugs and money to spend on girls seemed to be the ways to gain acceptance. Partying and using were more of a priority and the only thing I looked forward to. Eventually I guess my first wife saw the writing on the wall, and left. Things got really bad for awhile. I discovered a new drug of non-choice, and from the first hit I knew I was addicted. I skidded along bottom like that for maybe another 6 months, unable to control the use of that drug, but trying to just the same.
So, begrudgingly, scared, suicidal, I quit using on June 25, 1994, and ended up at the Last Door in July of ’94 after having been kicked out of another house. I knew nothing about recovery. Hadn’t even heard the term “recovery” before quitting. I just knew that I needed something, anything, to make the pain of living stop. Recovery has turned out to be that thing. I learned about recovery and the 12 Steps at the Last Door. I learned about what real friends are during my treatment, and what it means to be a part of something a little bigger than myself. Back then Last Door (the house) was a little more rustic. The old kitchen was quite worn out, but man, did we all chip in with the cooking. Every time I peeled a potato, I remember that kitchen.
I quit smoking at 6 months clean while at Last Door. We used to be able to smoke out in the garage. I am so glad I’m not a slave to that habit any more. I also had to be special & different, even in early recovery. In the morning i’d go to AM/NA, back for group, have lunch, do some more group, write my steps, have dinner, go to a meeting, then go home at night when I lived with Mike P & Gail F, renting one of their spare bedrooms. I felt pretty secure though with my living/treatment arrangements, and never felt “not part of”.
Today, at 7060 days clean, I attend NA meetings regularly, have an awesome relationship with my sponsor, sponsor a couple guys, I’m involved with NA service, continue to write on the Steps, albeit slowly, and generally stay involved with recovery. I even had the courage to move to Calgary in ’99 to escape the Vancouver recession. I never in a million years thought I’d live anywhere other than BC. But the move has been fortuitous. Went to my first Alberta Door Alumni Reunion last year in Red Deer AB, and enjoyed meeting all the Alberta alumni, and have started hanging out with a couple of them and becoming friends.
Life isn’t perfect. I’m going through another divorce. I’m kind of aimless at the moment. But, by being in recovery, I’m supported, cared about, listened to, and have no worries about staying clean, sane, and alive. Recovery has taught me that.
Thank you Last Door; directors, counsellors, fellow clients, alumni, and my recovery family. You saved my life, and continue to enrich it, and I’m forever grateful.
Regards and hugs, Rob.
Clean date; June 25, 1994.