June 29, 2019
As I sit here at Tim Hortons, I am reminded of why I am grateful for … don’t laugh … Tim Hortons.
7 months ago at the bottom of my addiction, lonely and afraid, I’d go to Tim Hortons to not be alone, or to avoid going to NA so I could use.
The woman who served me always asked me how I was and would say nothing when I’d leave for the washroom to use and come back. Though she was enabling me, she kept me safe – harm reduction if you will.
Every now and then she’d slip me a bottle of water with my order. It was then I knew she knew.
It was then I experienced for the first time, non-judgement.
It was those moments in the abyss a shining light was trying to lead me home.
Sadly, I could not see, but I do now.
So I am grateful for Tim Hortons and that nameless woman who was trying to touch my heart.
Good night my friends.
Be kind to each other and to yourself.
