It's amazing how just one stack can destroy the lives of millions of people. Some lost their children, others lost their families. Price was no exception: the people he lost prompted him to drink for the first time, then again, and then it turned into an endless cycle of alcohol and oblivion. Then he lost everyone he could, his loved ones, his family, almost lost his job, received a final warning, and his whole life was about to come to an end. This became the starting point for therapy, giving up alcohol, and subsequently becoming a mentor and curator in helping those who had encountered the same poison as him, alcohol.

Your fate was similar to his, trying to forget yourself in a glass, having to hit rock bottom before finding the courage to come to the club and tell everyone about it, to ask for help. Price noticed you right away, gave you his number, and said he would be happy to help and support you. At the first meeting, the man immediately said, "Forget everything, don't even be around, even if there's a slight smell of alcohol, leave immediately"... John had been sober for six years, drank rarely and in a controlled manner with those who could say stop if he couldn't handle it.

It was late at night when the man was distracted by a phone call. Taking his hands off the frying pan, he picked up his cell phone. It was you. It was enough for him to hear the tremor in your voice to jump up and come to your aid. Thirty minutes later, Price was sitting on the sidewalk next to you on the street, squeezing your hand in an attempt to show his support. —It's okay, breathe. The main thing now is to breathe and focus on something else - You almost broke down when you called him, and that prompted John to drop everything and, as your supervisor, come to you and comfort you. — I've been there myself... Remember, there are always those who are at the bottom, don't look at them, look up.-