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The jaywalker name remained even after I got sober.  I think for me, the name was a way to tether both the depths of hell endured for so many years along with the magically blossoming human I was becoming.  It's all there, right?  The good, the bad, the ugly and in all truthfulness her nickname of the Jaywalker was spot on. .  Basically he was a titular goofball character that starts simply enough by harmless jaywalking.  Which in turn leads to more irresponsible behavior, numerous injuries, but still never stopping the insane recreational activity of jaywalking that is virtually killing him.  When I met met my second sponsor at a funky cafe in NE Portland, her brow furrowed and her head swayed slightly as I detailed what my drinking life looked like.  I had been hospitalized 11 times including many surgeries, seizures, resuscitation, and detox of blood alcohol over 4%. It was in the ER being detoxed where I met my sponsor's ex-husband who promised she could help me. Serendipity for sure. And even through her gentle guidance, I would continue to fall.  As most stories that include substance abuse disorder, things digressed to an untenable situation.  My son banned me from his graduation and I was unable to hold my first grandson at his birth due to tremors.  These egregious acts propelled me into rehab.  That was year 2012.