I am incredibly grateful that when I reached out to my dad's best friend, who wrote me off several years ago due to my drug use, he not only was receptive, but he forgave me for losing my dad's Harley while I was homeless. I still can't forgive myself for it. He was the only mechanic to work on that bike for the last 30 years. When my mom got cancer and gave it to me, he always worked on it as if it were his own child riding it. It was a 1993 ElectraGlide with over 100,000 miles on it, and still running. It got impounded for being improperly parked while I was homeless, and I couldn't afford to get it back. It is what I regret the most of anything that happened during my addiction. And just to rub salt in the wound, I used the year and model in my email address, so I see it every day. But if there is anyone in the worlds approval that matters to me, it's that man's. And he forgives me and still loves me. I'm crying as I write this, because it is such a huge weight off of my shoulders. I love you BT, and you just don't know how much it means to me that you still love me too
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Glad you can share and feel better for it. It's a big part of recovery IMO. The weight of carrying that stuff can be too much. I hear you, and can 
relate to the feelings. Different circumstances same exact feelings. One addict helping another is without parallel. Thanks for sharing.
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