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<strong>Making</strong> <strong>Your</strong> <strong>First</strong> <strong>Million</strong><br />
comfort or security. Cynic that I was, I knew the price <strong>of</strong> everything <strong>and</strong> the value <strong>of</strong><br />
nothing. But fortunately my journey had only just begun.<br />
The fifth <strong>of</strong> October was a turning point in my life. From here my material world<br />
descended into anarchy. For the second time in two years I was technically bankrupt,<br />
only this time I had also lost my home, wife, children <strong>and</strong> possessions. What remained<br />
was a critically ill business, a lot <strong>of</strong> debt <strong>and</strong> a quiet knowledge that there is a world<br />
outside <strong>of</strong> our five senses, that there is a power outside <strong>of</strong> myself which many call God,<br />
which has my best interests at heart. This experience remained my anchor <strong>and</strong> gave me<br />
peace. I had a new perspective on life <strong>and</strong> my life was about to take <strong>of</strong>f. I was about to<br />
experience a roller coaster I could never have imagined.<br />
It was all downhill from October. In spite <strong>of</strong> my continuing sobriety my relationship with<br />
my wife was clearly terminal. "Either you leave or I will" she repeated, so reluctantly,<br />
thinking she'd call me back at any moment, I rented an apartment by the day. Returning<br />
to the house that night to try to win her back I found my keys didn't fit. She'd changed the<br />
locks. This annoyed me as much for her lack <strong>of</strong> class as her lack <strong>of</strong> subtlety so I followed<br />
suit <strong>and</strong> clambered in an open window. And discovered she was going out with another<br />
bloke. It was no real surprise so I drove around the suburbs looking for either <strong>of</strong> their<br />
cars. I must have been more absent-minded than usual as I picked up two speeding tickets<br />
<strong>and</strong> in frustration I returned to the house <strong>and</strong> rang my sponsor in AA: "Mick, you know<br />
where this Jorgen character lives. Where does he live?"<br />
"George, do you know what time it is?"<br />
"Where does Jorgen live Mick?"<br />
"George, it's 3.30 in the morning. Come over for a talk."<br />
And I went over to Mick's <strong>and</strong> we sat outside on the porch drinking c<strong>of</strong>fee. "George, it's<br />
over. It's finished. You have to accept that. If you can't accept what is, you'll go crazy."<br />
Acceptance. Yes. He's right. His advice saved my life. I could have spun my wheels with<br />
the 'yes buts' <strong>and</strong> the ' if only's' <strong>and</strong> gone insane <strong>and</strong> drunk again. Accept what you can't<br />
change <strong>and</strong> get on <strong>and</strong> change what you can. Life-saving advice.<br />
I couldn't change other people. I wasn't responsible for their happiness. They weren't<br />
responsible for mine. I was getting well. I became a vagabond, travelling in AA, staying<br />
with friends, renting a serviced apartment by the day when I was in town. Rootless,<br />
undirected. At Christmas time I found myself in Brisbane staying with AA friends. At a<br />
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