First Step Sober HouseA Poem by Peggy GildonA tribute to Richard the Founder of First Step who was robbed and shot dead 1/27/08 outside his office as others watched. He had a dream that cost him his life. One addict at a time his dream continueFirst step sober house is known for its
tradition Of saving lives that were lost to the disease of
addiction Like Father Flannigan they have a belief There is good in every soul who seeks relief Bill W had an idea to form a fellowship Of people who would come together in a
relationship To help each other through the toughest time
they’d ever face Listening to each other with no judgment or
disgrace Along those same lines one man had a vision For the hopeless, the homeless he made a
decision That rehabilitation wasn’t just for the rich The poor should have recovery and he filled that
niche He had been there himself and he knew how bad it
felt To live with what you’ve done, the cards that
you have dealt He opened up his heart, his wallet and his home He gave them food and clothing and a place to
call their own He helped them through the steps, to their
recovery He helped them find the way that would set them
free He knew what worked for him and he wanted to pay
it forward I’m sure he did the work he felt was required by
our Lord Sure he didn’t fix every soul who ever crossed
his path That didn’t stop him from continuing, even when
he faced the wrath… Peggy Gildon © 5/2011 © 2011 Peggy GildonFeatured Review
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7 Reviews Added on June 18, 2011 Last Updated on June 18, 2011 AuthorPeggy GildonTamarac, FLAboutI have lived in South Florida for 23 years I am originally from Southern Michigan. I have two grown children and four adorable granddaughters. 10, 7, 6, and 3 who spend most weekends with me. I am i.. more..Writing
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