As I stood in the sterile hallway of the hospital, the cold reality of Nicole’s situation began to sink in. She had been so vibrant, so full of life, but now she was a mere shadow of her former self. The thought of her suffering, desperate for relief, was unbearable. Her words echoed in my head: “Help me the way you helped your other boy” I remembered those times, the talented singer-songwriter I had met through the Bud and Roach Show. We had managed to raise $8k for him, and the thought of doing it again for Nicole was both daunting and invigorating. But this time, the stakes were higher. Nicole needed medicinal marijuana oil, which was not only difficult to find but also illegal in our city. As I walked out of the hospital, I knew what had to be done. I couldn’t help Nicole and work on my marriage simultaneously. There were too many wounds from the past, too many bridges burned by my unrelenting ambition and my battle with addiction. I dialed Brenna’s number, my heart heavy with the weight of the decision I was about to make. “Brenna, I have to help Nicole,” I told her, my voice wavering. “I can’t sit back and do nothing. I need to focus on raising money for her treatment, and I can’t do that while trying to fix us at the same time.” There was a long pause on the other end of the line, and I could hear the hurt in Brenna’s voice as she replied, “Do what you have to do.” With tears stinging my eyes, I gathered my belongings and moved back into my mother’s house. It was a difficult decision, but I knew it was the only way I could give Nicole the help she desperately needed. And so, I began to pour my heart and soul into fundraising for Nicole’s treatment. I reached out to contacts in the industry, using the series of events I was producing, and set up crowdfunding campaigns. Every day was a race against time, a battle against the odds. But as the donations began to pour in, I felt a renewed sense of purpose. It was as if my past mistakes and the fractured relationships that had plagued me were being redeemed through my efforts to save Nicole’s life.

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