By Stephen C. Schultz Leaves fluttered to the ground as a crisp wind bit my cheeks. The tears welling up in my eyes were not born of emotion but of the chill in the air. The small creek to my left meandered down the canyon. The soft gurgling sound of running water as it crossed over ageless boulders was like music to my ears. A flock of mallards bobbed their heads and glided effortlessly in the current as the water swirled into a back eddy just around the next curve. This was truly a Place of Peace . For many families and individuals alike, finding a place of peace seems like a fleeting proposition. Whether it's a teenager, husband, or wife, addiction is no respecter of persons or societal status. Addiction doesn’t discriminate. It brings emotional pain, family discord, and misery to everyone it touches. Addiction is a liar. It tells us there is no problem. It tells us we can handle it. It seduces us into believing that any problems or personal issues are not of our own making ...
By Stephen C. Schultz Birthdays have a funny way of sneaking up on us. Not the date itself, we all know that’s coming. They show up every year like clockwork. But the memories that tag along with them…those can arrive out of nowhere. It was my brother’s birthday recently. Nothing unusual about that. As I mentioned to him, he’s developed quite a streak of having one every single year! But birthdays have a strange side effect for me. They tend to send my mind wandering back down old neighborhood streets and dusty trails that only exist now in memory. I started thinking about the adventures we had as kids. There were summer hikes to “the reservoir,” which at the time felt like an expedition deep into the wilderness, even though it was probably only a couple miles from home. Of course we carried our BB guns, because every proper childhood adventure required them. We rode our Big Wheels down the street so fast that our feet couldn’t stay on the pedals. Gravity would take over, and suddenly ...