Many people are familiar with the name Grant Cardone, but what many people don’t know is his story before he became the successful man he is today. Born in Lake Charles, Louisiana, and brought up by a single mother who raised seven children, Grant came from humble beginnings and battled addiction for over 9 years.
The Narconon program helped me believe in myself again. I know that whatever I go through in life, whether it’s good or bad, at the end of the day I know I’m making something of myself and no one can take away my happiness but me.
You’ve met someone and you think he or she might be “the one,” or you want to get to know them better. You find out early on that they are in recovery and just recently finished rehab. Should you get romantically involved?
Denny as child I was born in Texas and raised all over America and parts of western Europe. My father was Air Force, so we moved around quite a bit. For the most part, it was a good life, full and rich with lots of love and comfort.
When one makes the pursuit of their next high their primary objective in life, it encompasses them. It becomes the driving motive behind every action they make. The singular goal of getting high leaves the rest of your life in a state of decay.
Addiction does not have to be a lifelong battle. The beginning of the end can start when the person makes a decision that they will not be defined by their addiction and has the willingness to change followed by effective steps to make that change. Long term sobriety takes effort to achieve.
The past few months of racial disharmony has grabbed international attention. Millions of people have spoken out against discrimination and prejudice towards certain demographics. Individuals and communities have united for equality and justice.
Reflect, if you will, on the person you were as a teenager. Who was your first crush? What ideals did you cling to? What fallacies do you invest your belief in? These are the years so many emphatically refer to as the ’blunder years’, when we all made many regrettable choices.
Then, my parents reached out to Narconon in an 11th hour attempt to save me from myself. There were tears, fights and emotional appeals for me to give Narconon a chance. My response to their pleas was that I would rather die than try rehab again. So why did I go?
An addict feels like he is traveling on the loneliest road ever taken, but in fact, he rarely finds himself actually alone. Even when he is homeless and living on the streets in the cold winter nights, somewhere there are people who care and a family who mourns his absence and his struggles.