I hired a lawyer and paid him thousands of dollars only to have him tell me that I could avoid a conviction and jail time if I agreed to deferred prosecution.
I went to court, accepted the DUI Deferred Prosecution Program, and then went shopping around for a treatment center. I settled on Options in Lynnwood not far from the site of the old Tiki Hut. Ironically, I had come full circle. After meeting with the director of the treatment center, I signed a ream of legal papers, paid by check upfront, then handed a stack of literature to "catch up on" before starting Phase I (called "3x3x3") the following Monday. In 3x3x3, I was to attend a three hour session three days a week for three months. In addition for the next two years I had to attend two AA meetings a week and have a slip of paper signed each time to prove I'd been there. It was also understood that I was subject to drug testing at any time for any reason over the next two years. If I missed any sessions or AA meetings or failed a drug test I could lose my deferred prosecution status and rearrested. Do not pass Go, do not collect two-hundred dollars. I remember going out to my truck and breaking down in tears. I wasn't crying because I was sad or afraid or angry or upset, but because I felt—no, I knew!—this was the opportunity I needed to truly turn my life around. I made a pact with myself right then and there that far exceeded the restrictions imposed by the Deferred Prosecution Program—(1) I would remain clean-and-sober for ten years, not just two, (2) I would find a job completely removed from the restaurant industry, and (3) I would go back to school and take any classes I needed to fulfill this goal. How or where or when this was going to happen, I didn't know. I didn't care. I only knew it was going to happen, somehow, someway. Immediately I felt a huge weight lift away from me, all the years of guilt and deception and denial pulled squirming out of me like poison snakes. I was going to be clean again. Clean! And I was being handed a second chance to become the person I'd somehow misplaced along the way. I wasn't sure who this person was, but I couldn't wait to meet him. On Sunday night I drank my last beer and smoked my last cigarette (I'd already stopped 'drugging' weeks earlier). On Monday morning I started the treatment program. The first week was the hardest, but eventually, slowly, gratefully, it got better. At the beginning of my fourth week sober I awoke to a brand new world. It was downright freaky. Something had happened to me over night, but I wasn't sure what it was. I only knew it was wonderful. Everything seemed brighter, crisper, clearer, the colors, the sights, the sounds! In group that morning, Dan, our fearless addiction counselor, met us all with a smile. "How's everyone feeling today?" he asked. "Fantastic!" I said. "Never better!" someone else chimed in. "Great!" "Marvelous!" And then Dan explained what had happened to us, that it takes three weeks to get completely clean, to get all the garbage flushed out of the system, for the brain chemistry to get back to working order. Because we'd stuck it out, because we were no longer using, we had all come back to 'normal' and there was no greater feeling! "Wow!" we all said. Normal! Who'd have thought?
At Cirrus Logic I was made the lead tester of video cards and device drivers for the new Microsoft Windows 95 operating system. This included doing WHQL (Windows Hardware Quality Labs) testing onsite at Microsoft in Redmond. In less than a year from bartending I found myself working off-and-on at Microsoft. I couldn't believe it. For the next three years, on evenings and weekends, I continued taking C/C++ classes and added other programming and software classes, including Microsoft Visual Basic, Access, Excel, Word, HTML web development, and Adobe Photoshop. It was hard and often frustrating work, but there was no turning back.
After I'd been with the new company for about eighteen months I was approached to teach a class in Visual Test for a technical school, InterTest. I was extremely nervous about standing up in front of a class and deliverying technical materials, but, to my amazement, discovered I was something of a natural. Mark, the owner of the technical school, apparently thought so as well because he approached me and asked if I'd want a job teaching full time. In addition I would be made the Technical Training Manager and would help produce the training manuals and proprietary training software. I jumped at the opportunity. I taught classes in software and web testing, HTML, Visual Basic, Visual Test, Javascript and CSS, PC Hardware, MS-DOS and Batch Programming, and Adobe Photoshop. I worked at InterTest for a year when I was enticed to return to the test company to head its new web testing division. I was given a private office, my own team dedicated to website and web application testing, and several new test 'toys' to play with. I was at the top of the world, at the top of my game, and had no reason to suspect that something dark was looming just over the horizon.
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