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<strong>Making</strong> <strong>Your</strong> <strong>First</strong> <strong>Million</strong><br />
he became known as the Wolfman <strong>of</strong> Belmore Park. Eric's only human contact was with<br />
Trevor who ran the mission bus, <strong>and</strong> the matron at the Salvation Army hostel. When Eric<br />
was safely comatose Trevor would gather him up <strong>and</strong> take him to the Salvation Army<br />
mission. Here he would be fed <strong>and</strong> his clothes washed <strong>and</strong> after a day he would be well<br />
enough to get back onto the street. On each occasion, the matron would sit by his bed <strong>and</strong><br />
say: "I don't even know you're name. You've been coming here for 8 years <strong>and</strong> never<br />
spoken a word. But I know you. I have been where you are. You think your only friend in<br />
the world is alcohol. But there is one who loves you more. God loves you. If you ask him,<br />
he will come into your heart <strong>and</strong> take away the pain."<br />
And <strong>of</strong> course, all Eric wanted was to get back out on the street <strong>and</strong> get <strong>of</strong>f his face. He<br />
told me his story at the Pizza Hut one night, <strong>and</strong> said what happened for him was his only<br />
friends deserted him. No matter how much alcohol or drugs he took in, they didn't work.<br />
He couldn't get <strong>of</strong>f his face. And in desperation, on his final detox, he opened his mouth<br />
to speak for the first time in 8 years: "God, come into my heart <strong>and</strong> take away the pain." I<br />
see Eric every week at AA. He is a different man, sober many years. Still damaged,<br />
certainly, but his life has completely turned around.<br />
The example Eric sets for me, is no matter how elevated, <strong>and</strong> no matter how far down we<br />
go in life, there is a power outside <strong>of</strong> ourselves that can reach us. While ever we refuse<br />
that power's help <strong>and</strong> insist on doing it our stubborn way then we are left to do it. What is<br />
our purpose here? Are we simply meaningless protoplasm? I don't believe we are but I<br />
can't answer for you. You will have to find the answer for yourself. All I can do is tell<br />
you my story.<br />
In the summer <strong>of</strong> '92 I was in the US promoting a music company we had started. This<br />
was one <strong>of</strong> our many failures <strong>and</strong> ran directly contrary to my own advice to myself:<br />
"Stick to your knitting." In this case we lost a quarter million in 5 months. Anyway it was<br />
the 4th <strong>of</strong> July <strong>and</strong> we had a few hours to kill before returning to Nashville. We'd been to<br />
Chattanooga <strong>and</strong> on the way back decided to head into them thar Appalachian hills <strong>and</strong><br />
do a bit <strong>of</strong> <strong>of</strong>f-road sightseeing in our rented Cadillac. We slid sideways <strong>of</strong>f the freeway,<br />
Blues Brothers fashion, (You're allowed to do that in a rented Cadillac) at a store selling<br />
fireworks <strong>and</strong> headed deep into the hills. The further in we got, the closer together the<br />
trees got hanging over the dirt road <strong>and</strong> I reran some spools from Deliverance in my<br />
head. Happily, though, the deeper in we got, the friendlier the folks seemed. Each car we<br />
passed, the driver waved, there were flags flying from every farmhouse <strong>and</strong> we passed a<br />
clearing with the whole population out playing baseball. Past a country bar, complete<br />
with Dolly <strong>and</strong> Kenny <strong>and</strong> pickups <strong>and</strong> hound dogs <strong>and</strong> shotgun racks (Barbecue Jack's,<br />
whole hog, deep pit, hickory fired barbecue. All you can eat for $4.95. Catfish free) we<br />
came to a clearing in the woods <strong>and</strong> pulled in. It was a graveyard. It was hot <strong>and</strong> we took<br />
a walk in the shade, amongst the flags <strong>and</strong> the flowers <strong>of</strong> that morning's ceremonies,<br />
looking at the headstones. They were all identical except for the inscriptions. Then I came<br />
upon a headstone that caused me to stop. It had the person's name, when they were born,<br />
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