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Hope Dealer

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March 2018

He brings a special experience to his work with addicts. He used to be one

- David Stoecker

Hope Dealer

I LOVE MY JOB. I’M THE ADVOCACY and education outreach coordinator for the Missouri Re-covery Network, a state-funded nonprofit that aims to increase awareness of the realities of drug and alcohol addiction and advocates for quality treatment programs. I travel all over the state, helping communities establish recovery programs and provide other services that addicts need. I train people to revive overdose victims, and I spread the word about what it takes to get people into recovery and committed to sobriety.

I bring a special experience to my work with addicts.

I used to be one.

A decade ago, I was the last guy you’d  hire for my job. I was in my thirties. I’d been using drugs and alcohol since I was a teenager. I smoked dope, shot up meth and ground-up pain pills, sold drugs, drove drunk and served a 16-month prison sentence for burglary.

I hated myself, hated God and hated the world.

Today I’m happily married with two kids. My relationship with God is the foundation of my sobriety. I’m blessed to have a job that enables me to heal the kind of harm I caused all those years that I misused drugs and alcohol.

How did it happen?

I tell my story everywhere I go in Missouri for two reasons. One, I’m living proof that even the most incorrigible addict can get sober and stay sober. More important, I’ve learned some essential lessons about addiction and recovery—the hard way. I know what works and what doesn’t. I’d like to share three of those lessons with you. I hope they’ll help you, your loved ones and anyone else you may know whose life has been harmed by the destructive disease of addiction.

1. Nobody wants to be an addict. Compassion can kick-start recovery.

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