On one wrist the word “Never” is tattooed. On the other “Forget”. Never Forget. A reminder to himself where he came from and how broken he once was.
Multiple tiny scars line the inside of his arm giving the appearance of one long scar. “This is where I would shoot up.” He says.
I asked could I take a picture and he holds his arm out.
My friend, once held captive by drug addiction, sitting right there beside me full of life. Sober. With a clear mind. Bright, crystal blue eyes and a smile that lights up a room.
I see hope in him. He represents healing. Literally once dead- but alive now.
And it’s in that moment, staring at his scar and hearing his story to understand and not to judge, that I realized the wound is the place where the light enters you.
Freedom now exists because he once was broken. Beauty from ashes right before my very eyes.
So grateful for you, Cory Z. I’m glad you’re alive. I’m honored to know you.