Mainly because sticking my arm up the backside of a dummy to make him speak has never been in my repertoire.
I did have a minor league stint for a triple A voice throwing club but a vocal cord injury ended my shot at making the big leagues.
This isn’t about my shattered dreams of ventriloquism.
It is about the shining reality of who I am today.
8 years ago, on October 13, 2006, I started anew.
I didn’t want to start anew.
I wanted to do what I had always done.
I was given a choice by a judge.
Get sober and stay sober for 5 years or go to prison for 2-20.
I didn’t want to stay or get sober, but prison was not a very enticing alternative.
So, I chose to do what I didn’t want to do in order to avoid what I knew I would get if I didn’t.
And here I am.
8 years beyond that date.
Life works today.
All because a judge gave this dummy a chance.