Post-Traumatic Pals: How A Rescue Dog Taught Me Faith And Trust In Recovery


By Christopher Dale

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We have both known pain, fear, hopelessness. We have both had the odds stacked severely against us. Given our histories, Vector and I could each easily be dead.

On October 10, 2011, I sideswiped a taxi while blind drunk, then sped away into the streets of Manhattan. Police tend to frown upon that; I received a night in jail, a hefty fine and a suspended driver’s license.

More importantly, I also received the precious gift of desperation. I was finally scared enough to get sober after…click here to continue reading