FINAL RESOLUTION Following the accident, I woke to find Fr. Craig sitting next to my bed. He was the first to arrive from my team, and surprisingly, he didn’t smell like alcohol. “I’m curtailing,” he said. “Not saying I’m conquering, but I am definitely going to try to curtail.” I believed his finding resolution in our mission helped his need to find a bottle every second. Before long, he would get back to the church sober. The doctors came in and miraculously, I had no injuries. A few cuts and scrapes, but for the accident I experienced, I should have been hurt. I wasn’t. I had a pretty powerful force watching out for me. Travis wasn’t so lucky. I was devastated by his death, and the visit from his daughter Trish didn’t help. She blasted me, saying it was my fault. Even though I wasn’t driving, she’d find a way to hold me responsible. Fr. Craig came to my defense. “Your father had a heart attack while driving. It was his time to go.” “Then if it was his time to go, why even bother with all this trip to heaven bull,”
