Jun 8, 2022 | #CelebrateRecovery, 10000 Beds, 501c3 Nonprofit Organization, Hope
I climb the stairs of hope in days Where there I see a treasure box There I meet my fortune of life But I know treasure may be far away Still climb the stairs of hope The steps are made up of silver ones The handrails are made by pure gold In the heights I expect an...
Aug 27, 2019 | #CelebrateRecovery, #changeperceptions, 10000 Beds, 10000 Beds Scholarship Program, 501c3 Nonprofit Organization, Addiction Treatment, Hope, Treatment
Our 10,000 Beds scholarship applicants cannot be described any other way…they are gracious and grateful. And desperate for help. All are fighting a battle with addiction, all are looking to us for help, for hope, for a scholarship. All are on our radar. We love...
Sep 24, 2018 | #CelebrateRecovery, 10000 Beds, Addiction, Addiction recovery, Addiction Treatment, Changing Lives, Choose Life, Family, Hope, In Memoriam, Instilling Hope, Lives At Stake, Recovery
10,000 Beds was created to help individuals without resources who are seeking help for addiction. Over the past 4 years, our written mission of recovery has been redefined, expanded, focused, and edited. But over those same 4 years, our mission has never changed: we...
Apr 30, 2018 | #CelebrateRecovery, Active Addiction, Addiction, Addiction recovery, Changing Lives, Choose Life, determination, Faith, Family, Forgiveness, Hope, Life After Addiction, Living Clean, Love, Resolve
Yes, it’s real. Life after active addiction can be amazing. If we let it be. Addiction steals souls and lives. So when an individual is able to pull themselves from the abyss of addiction, leave the darkness behind, rebuild their life, and embrace this new life...
Sep 18, 2017 | Be A Good Parent, Behavior, Call Your Mom, Cogitate, Communication, Darkness, Depression, Happy Birthday, Hope, Late, Light, Meditation, Parental Love, Tardiness
My biggest fault is being late. Often. Maybe always. Ten minutes is my sweet spot. Hours late has happened. And there was that one time I was weeks late. My sad truth. I blame my mother. She carried me nearly a month after my due date until I finally decided to burst...
