{"id":34996,"date":"2014-02-19T20:15:22","date_gmt":"2014-02-19T20:15:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ou.org\/life\/?p=34996"},"modified":"2014-02-20T18:36:21","modified_gmt":"2014-02-20T18:36:21","slug":"finding-way-back-shlomos-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ou.org\/life\/inspiration\/finding-way-back-shlomos-story\/","title":{"rendered":"Finding My Way Back: Shlomo’s Story"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\"iStock_000004827746Small\"<\/a>I was an extremely creative child. I was a big reader. I would paint, draw pictures and write short stories and poems. I played guitar, bass and drums and wrote music. And I loved the great outdoors\u2014camping, hiking and fishing.<\/p>\n

We moved around a lot when I was a kid. My father is a banker and whenever a bank he worked for merged, we would have to move to a city close to the new corporate headquarters. I had a really hard time making friends, but I always wanted to be popular\u2014it was the most important thing in the world to me. I would always have one good pal but then I would move or he would move, or we would split up for some other reason. I was very close to my younger brother. Eventually my family settled in a Midwestern city.<\/p>\n

My very first experience drinking was with a bottle of vodka. I was thirteen or fourteen. I got a hold of a bottle and kept it in a basement freezer, where I knew no one would find it. Over the next two weeks I finished it. It made me feel good.<\/p>\n

My next experience was at my rabbi\u2019s house, when I was fifteen or sixteen. We\u2019d have shots on Friday night and get smashed on Sukkos and Purim. My rabbi would invite the whole class over, and he would try to regulate the drinking, but we would always sneak beers out of the fridge. I never really felt like I fit in, but after sitting in my rabbi\u2019s house and having a couple of lechaims, drinking a beer and singing zemiros, I just felt great, like I belonged. It was almost a spiritual experience.<\/p>\n

Eventually I realized that I didn\u2019t need to drink in my rabbi\u2019s house to get that warm, fuzzy feeling that everybody loves me and I\u2019m a great person.<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t know why I had the [negative] feelings I did, but when I drank they went away. So I would drink with my friends in the park or at their homes late at night when their parents weren\u2019t home.<\/p>\n

Then I got invited to a senior party. It was a big deal for me. I was one of two sophomores at this party. There were about a hundred people in the house, and I was scared out of my mind. [I worried] \u201cWho am I going to talk to? What are people saying about me? Maybe they don\u2019t like me.\u201d Some guy handed me a Jack Daniels, and I gulped it down as quickly as possible. I felt fantastic. I was mingling with people. I was all over the place. I felt like I had arrived. I was one of the cool kids now.<\/p>\n

I ended up passing out in this guy\u2019s bathroom. I remember being woken up in the morning. I felt like he was waking me up from the dead. He was like, \u201cDude, my parents are gonna be here. You gotta leave.\u201d And even though I was feeling sick and nauseous, and I probably had alcohol poisoning, I was thinking, \u201cYeah, I\u2019m the man. This is awesome.\u201d<\/p>\n

Drinking was an unbelievable way to feel good about myself, and that was something I couldn\u2019t get any other way. It became a regular Friday night thing, and then a Saturday night thing and then a Tuesday night thing, too. By the time I was in my senior year, I was loaded all day long.<\/p>\n

Every single night I would curl up in the fetal position and beg God to not let me wake up.<\/div>\n

Before I knew it, I started hanging out with the \u201cpopular\u201d kids. One night I bumped into two of my friends and they had some pot. I smoked with them. It was just unbelievable. It was like being drunk times ten over. It felt perfect.<\/p>\n

When you\u2019re high, in the beginning everything feels new and exciting. I could stare at a doorknob for an hour. I could go into the woods and watch the sunlight play on the leaves and listen to the creek or the birds. When you\u2019re high, the average seems extraordinary. If drugs didn\u2019t give people such experiences, no one would use them. When you try pot, your hair doesn\u2019t turn green. Your legs don\u2019t fall off. It\u2019s what happens later. With time, all the negative feelings I was trying to escape came back a millionfold. But I was trapped\u2014I couldn\u2019t stop. It was a nightmare. Later on, the more I smoked pot, the more I hated it. It made me slow and groggy. I felt burnt out all the time. My grades were affected. I knew exactly what was causing [all these problems], but I couldn\u2019t stop because all my friends were doing it. I told myself: \u201cWhen they stop doing it, I\u2019ll stop doing it.\u201d<\/p>\n

I had been doing very well in my Judaic studies classes. But once I started using heavily, I lost all interest in them. I didn\u2019t want to learn Gemara anymore. I had found my new religion.<\/p>\n

Going to Israel for the year brought everything to the next level\u2014I don\u2019t know if it was because I was away from my parents for the first time in my life or because so many kids were doing harder drugs. I just felt that anything I did was okay.<\/p>\n

Everything felt fine until the rabbi [at the yeshivah] told me I couldn\u2019t drink over Pesach vacation because I had been caught drinking in the dorms. I said, \u201cOkay. No problem.\u201d Then two days later I said to myself, \u201cThis is ridiculous. I\u2019m definitely going to drink at the Seders so I might as well start drinking now.\u201d I tried to keep [my drinking] private. Most of the kids had gone back to America for Pesach. The dorms were closed so I rented a hotel room with a couple of other guys until our plans fell into place. I didn\u2019t want anybody to know I was drinking because it would get back to the rabbi. But, sure enough, I was in town acting stupid and running around drunk, and it got back to the rabbi.<\/p>\n

I was thrown out of the yeshivah. To get back in, I had to cut a deal with the administration that I wasn\u2019t going to drink for the rest of the year. It was a very hard for me to not drink, but somehow I pulled it off..<\/p>\n

That summer I chose to stay in Israel. My experience with the rabbi got me thinking, \u201cMaybe there\u2019s a problem here.\u201d So I started going to a couple of Alcoholics Anonymous [A.A.] meetings in Jerusalem.<\/p>\n

The 12 Steps [of A.A.] is a set of instructions\u2014people in recovery like to call them suggestions\u2014that help you get healthy enough to stay sober. The Steps include things like building a relationship with God, making amends with people you\u2019ve harmed, talking about all your issues and giving back to the community by helping other alcoholics. Unfortunately, the meeting I chose wasn\u2019t the best. There was a lot of talk about problems but almost none about solutions. But I did get a sponsor, that is, a mentor who has been sober longer than you have and has had enough experience using the 12 Steps to help you get sober, too. It\u2019s the power of example.<\/p>\n

During this period, I would stay away from alcohol and drugs for about two weeks at a time. Then I would say, \u201cThis is stupid. I don\u2019t have a problem. These people have a problem. I\u2019m okay. I don\u2019t need this.\u201d And I would go out and drink and get high.<\/p>\n

During my second year in Israel my drinking got worse. I began to have this hollow, empty feeling. But my efforts to curb my problem weren\u2019t sticking. It wasn\u2019t until I got back to America that I realized what a bad state I was in: I was unemployable. I wasn\u2019t ready to go to college. My parents didn\u2019t recognize me. I would sleep until four o\u2019clock in the afternoon and be out until seven o\u2019clock in the morning\u2014every night.<\/p>\n

It got to the point where my parents were worried for my safety. One day I came home and the house was locked. My parents were out and had locked me out of the house. We lived in the suburbs and doors were never locked. So I called my mom. She was crying on the phone and she told me, \u201cWe\u2019re scared you\u2019re going to run away, and we don\u2019t want you to leave so just hang out until we get home from work.\u201d They thought that if I didn\u2019t have access to my clothing and stuff, I wouldn\u2019t leave. It was an irrational move on their part. They were desperate.<\/p>\n

My response was even more irrational. I had no intention of leaving my parents\u2019 house, but in my sick, drunken state, it made perfect sense that if that\u2019s the one thing they don\u2019t want me to do, then that\u2019s the one thing I have to do. I broke into the house, packed some of my stuff, got into my car and drove away. The guy I was buying ecstasy from at the time let me crash at his place.<\/p>\n

At a certain point, though, drugs and drinking stopped being fun. At sixteen it was fun. At twenty, it wasn\u2019t anymore. I didn\u2019t want to do it. Every single night I would curl up in the fetal position and beg God to not let me wake up. \u201cI can\u2019t do this anymore. I know what\u2019s going to happen. I\u2019m gonna wake up, drink, and do something really stupid and incredibly embarrassing, insulting or ridiculous.\u201d I just didn\u2019t want to go through it anymore. Yet I still drank.<\/p>\n

Although I realized that something was wrong in my life, I still couldn\u2019t completely admit that it was the alcohol or drugs. I wanted to join the Israeli Army. I thought that if I just had someone to teach me self-control and self-discipline I could get my life together.<\/p>\n

My parents had helped me get a job. All I had to do was show up in order to get paid. I wanted to show up but I couldn\u2019t. Every day I would wake up, get drunk and high and decide that I wasn\u2019t going to work that day. \u201cTomorrow I\u2019ll go,\u201d I would say. Finally, I decided to call my parents to get help. It was hardest phone call I ever made. They got me into a Jewish rehab center, and it saved my life.<\/p>\n

By the time I got to rehab I was no longer religious. I felt like I was cursed and I was angry with God. I doubted whether He existed. But people said some pretty intelligent things to me in rehab and at A.A. meetings: \u201cIf you\u2019re mad at God it means you believe in Him, whether you like it or not. If there\u2019s resentment there, you\u2019ve got some sort of faith or some sort of belief.\u201d They told me that believing in a higher power was a vital part of my recovery.<\/p>\n

About four weeks into the rehab program, I made a commitment that I would do whatever it takes to succeed. Someone there told me, \u201cA lot of people go to rehab. Some don\u2019t really work the [12] Steps. They come out. They stay sober for three weeks, and they relapse. And they never get sober again. They live a horrible, bloody, alcoholic life and then die from this disease, thinking that they worked the 12 Steps and saying \u2018I went to rehab. I know what it\u2019s all about and it\u2019s a crock.\u2019 And you don\u2019t want to be that guy.\u201d<\/p>\n

He was right. I didn\u2019t want to be that guy.<\/p>\n

It took me a while to build a relationship with Hashem. A friend in recovery said, \u201cYou know, the first year is for you. God just wants you to stay sober.\u201d I ran with that. I told myself, \u201cI don\u2019t have to worry about keeping Shabbos. I don\u2019t have to worry about keeping kosher. As long as I\u2019m sober, as long as I don\u2019t drink or get high, God\u2019s going to love me. I can work on myself through the 12 Steps, and I don\u2019t have to practice any form of organized religion.\u201d<\/p>\n

I was in rehab for four months. One day, several months after I\u2019d left, I was sitting in an A.A. meeting and I was feeling bad. I thought, \u201cIf I choose to drink right now, nothing in the entire world could stop me. Nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n

I asked myself, \u201cWhat\u2019s my real understanding of God?\u201d I had this very esoteric concept of a higher power who was somewhere in outer space. Maybe He knew my name, maybe He didn\u2019t. I think I probably had the same concept of God before I even started drinking or using heavily. \u201cYeah, there\u2019s a God\u2014He wants me to keep Shabbos; I\u2019m gonna keep Shabbos.\u201d But growing up I really wasn\u2019t keeping Shabbos for God, I was keeping Shabbos to fit in. I was learning Gemara to fit in. Suddenly it struck me that God is personal and very real. It clicked.<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t want to learn Gemara anymore. I had found my new religion.<\/div>\n

At that point, I wasn\u2019t associating with many religious people my age. A friend of a friend who was big on going to classes for ba\u2019alei teshuvah would call a few people each week and see who wanted to go [with her], who could drive. I began going to these classes once or twice a week. They weren\u2019t really designed for people with a frum background. They were inspiring and on a beginner\u2019s level. I needed to approach Judaism as if I knew absolutely nothing\u2014to start off on a fresh canvas. Those classes really influenced me and awakened a spark. It was what I needed at the time.<\/p>\n

I had two roommates and on Friday nights a lot of people would come over to the house to hang out. That\u2019s how I met my wife. We began going to the classes together. She also wasn\u2019t so religious at the time, but together we slowly worked on becoming more frum. We got married, and we continue to work on it.<\/p>\n

Today I keep Shabbos. I keep kosher. I try and learn Torah. I give tzedakah. I\u2019m teaching my son\u2014who just had his upsherin\u2014the Aleph Beis and to wash his hands before eating. I talk to God all the time. I struggle with faith; I struggle to believe that everything is good, even when it\u2019s not.<\/p>\n

When things go wrong in life, I start thinking, \u201cWhat\u2019s going on here?\u201d Maybe I think God owes me something. [I say to myself] \u201cI\u2019ve been through enough in life that nothing else wrong should ever happen\u201d or \u201cI\u2019ve made sufficient amends for all my wrongs and also done plenty of good, so everything should be good.\u201d But the difference is that today I can divorce myself from my feelings. I\u2019ve learned that my feelings are not facts and it\u2019s okay for me to be upset and not understand things. I don\u2019t have to act on my feelings. My sponsor used to tell me, \u201cAct. Don\u2019t react. When you live life always reacting to other people, you\u2019re not living life. You\u2019re just a pingpong ball.\u201d<\/p>\n

I have to believe that whatever God does is ultimately for my good. I may not understand that and that\u2019s okay. If I understood everything then I would have serious problems, because I don\u2019t want a God that I can understand.<\/p>\n

When things aren\u2019t going well, instead of doing things that are self-destructive, I\u2019ll call my rav and talk about it. Because I know that even though I might not feel like putting on my tefillin at that second, I can tap into a powerful force\u2014someone who is definitely more plugged in than I am\u2014to help shed some light on the situation or to comfort me or just to tell me, \u201cLife\u2019s tough. Get over it.\u201d<\/p>\n

I see that a lot of teens at risk have certain things in common: They tend to be deep, sensitive and extraordinarily creative. They often try to deal with their feelings through creativity. If they can\u2019t find a way out, they take the next step\u2014self-medicating. I\u2019ve heard this from a lot of people, and I feel the same way\u2014if I hadn\u2019t discovered drugs and alcohol, I would have killed myself. I needed a lot of help, and no doctor was going to prescribe what I needed. What I found did the trick. It completely obliterated all those [negative] feelings.<\/p>\n

[When I was younger,] I spent a lot of time talking to my parents about not fitting in. They would give me advice, but there were things that I couldn\u2019t discuss with them, particularly if it concerned them. If I had had a role model or someone I could be close to and talk about the issues in my life it would have helped me significantly. I think that a lot of young people would benefit from having someone to talk to, someone they could really trust.<\/p>\n

Today I have been sober for more than seven years. I have a family and a good profession. I\u2019m doing very well. Life\u2019s great. I have no complaints.<\/p>\n

What has helped me get to where I am today is the fact that I am constantly working with other people. I make myself available to help people who are going through and who have been through what I went through.<\/p>\n

I am a sponsor and I\u2019ve got a sponsor. I go to A.A. meetings, and try to give back to the community. Whenever there\u2019s a major crisis in my family or my work life, I talk to people. I have friends today who I can communicate with, and I\u2019ve got people who I look up to and I can go to for advice. If something still bothers me, I turn it over to God, and I trust that everything will be okay. I didn\u2019t come this far in life to just fall on my face. I talk about all these experiences I had before I got sober but it almost feels as if I\u2019m talking about somebody else. I\u2019m a completely different person today.<\/p>\n

Jeanie Silver is the principal of Ner Eliezer, a yeshiva high school in Brooklyn, NY, geared to act as a safety net to prevent at-risk behavior, drop outs, and transfers to public school. She is also a project design and development consultant.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>\n