After my marriage broke down Dec 21st 1995, I was locked out of my place. I had lost my family, had no work, and was homeless. The long, and short of it, I went back to the townhouse took a bunch of Ritalin. I went to a motel in Vernon B.C.
and overdosed. Fortunately I ended up in a hospital in Vancouver. I should of died the doctor told me. By the grace of God
I survived.
