From this week's I, Anonymous:

I think it was during the winter of 2008/2009, but it might have been the next winter. Back then, I was a hot mess. On the day our paths crossed, I had already been hospitalized for an overdose and subsequently released. I was on an epic combination of methadone, benzodiazepine, promethazine, and dextromethorphan. The first time I regained consciousness, I was restrained in a hospital bed with a breathing tube down my throat. I was a homeless junkie, and they quickly sent me on my merry way. My next memory is falling suddenly through darkness into icy water and thinking, "I must be close to the surface," then someone was pulling me to the shore. I looked around and realized I had fallen into Green Lake. Some kind soul had jumped into that icy water and saved my sorry ass. I didn't feel any gratitude. I just felt cold. Then his female companion gave me her coat and they called an ambulance for me. I was a really awful person back then, so I didn't even bother to say thank you to anyone. But I want to now. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to turn my life around and become a decent person. Thank you for literally everything.

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