Since he was a boy, Braxton watched addiction tear his family apart. But when
he was homeless and numbing with drugs, you showed him healing is real. Braxton remembers the blows to the cheek. Being
dragged by his arm or collar of his shirt. Most vivid of all, though, is the memory of his dad blacking out.

Michael had overdosed before—nine times. The tenth time was on purpose…But it didn’t end in death! YOU helped take back with addiction stole!

Kendrick sat in the dark, waiting—for the sirens, for the red and blue to flash, for the flames to catch and devour everything. But the fire never came.
Instead, a whisper broke through the silence.
“You can’t even start a fire right.”
And then… her face. His daughter’s. Her eyes.
Then he heard the whispers of his sons—small, broken, echoing through the corners of his spirit:

“We need you, Dad.”