When I was twenty-six years old we had a family crisis on the west coast of British Columbia, so I moved there to take full-time care of my niece until the situation sorted itself out. Two months into my stint, my truck insurance was about to expire, and I mentioned to my sister that I wasn’t sure how I was going to get back to Alberta to renew the policy, because back then you couldn’t renew vehicle insurance from out of province.
“Why don’t you just call them and ask?” my sister responded. “The worst thing that can happen is they say no. There’s always a one-in-a-million chance that anything could happen, so why don’t you just believe that you can be that one in a million?”
I called my agent and explained the situation, and she renewed my policy over the phone.
Years later, as I struggled to get off drugs and work my way through the labyrinth of emotions at the root of my depression, my sister’s words swam back into conscious awareness.
Even though I could not find very many success stories in the land of addiction and depression, I kept telling myself that even if only one person in a million could make it through, that person could be me.
And that person could be you.