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Out Of The Shadows

January 2018

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For years, this pastor would not reveal his opioid addiction for fear that people would turn away. Now more than ever, he sees why he must share his story

- David Beddoe

Out Of The Shadows

I SAT IN MY OFFICE AT A CHRISTIAN camp west of Seattle. Outside, rain dripped from fir trees. The day was dark and gloomy. Through the window, I could see the fields and woods where I’d worked and lived with my wife, Deb, and four kids for the past three years. I was the camp director, leading a year-round program of camps and retreats for church groups. It was a dream job for me and my family. What could be better for kids than growing up in the woods surrounded by good people?

I was about to lose it all.

In a few minutes, two executives from the camp’s parent company would be sitting on the other side of my desk. They’d requested a meeting earlier that day. They didn’t give a reason, but I knew. I’d been using the camp’s credit card to buy prescription pain pills online. Thousands of pills. Pills to feed my 30-a-day habit. The habit I’d been battling—and hiding—for more than a decade. The habit that had drained my bank account and nearly ruined my marriage.

Up to now, I’d managed to hide my addiction from all but a few people. I prayed I was wrong, that the executives wanted to meet for some other reason. In my gut, I knew I was caught.

The executives arrived and calmly took out a notebook filled with credit card records. They read off pill purchase after pill purchase. There was nothing I could say. They told me that what I had done amounted to a crime. I would have to resign immediately and move out of the camp in two weeks.

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