My Story

Hello, my name is Dana and I am an alcoholic and a drug addict.

On the morning of February 12^th, 1995 I became that Indian in the

famous sculpture “End Of The Trail”. I was at that rocky cliff looking

down on the world that used to be my life. All was gone. Family. Health.

All that I held dear. All was gone. I felt bone weary and no longer wanted to live.

I tried for several days to throw myself from that cliff, to end my life, but it was

all in vain. Everything I tried did not work. God let me live, for some

reason unknown to me. Then on the 14^th a friend who had a care for me that

I'll never understand, went searching for me and found me. Thus began my

newest journey. One of sobriety. One of life. One that I treasure.

So one life ends and another begins.

I shall tell you of my life that was and how my new life began,

my experience, my strength and my hope.