At 32 years old, he was freshly sober, exhausted, and living in a small sober house after years of opioid addiction nearly destroyed his life.
Most people looked at Ryan and saw a man who probably wouldn’t make it much longer.
Then his son was born.
When doctors explained the baby had Down syndrome, fear filled the hospital room. Two days later, the baby’s mother left without a word.
And suddenly, Ryan was alone at 3 a.m., holding a tiny newborn in a quiet hospital room, terrified and only four months sober.
A nurse softly asked, “Do you have anyone coming to help you?”
Ryan looked down at his son and whispered:
“No… but he’s got me.”
And from that moment on, he never stopped showing up.
He worked exhausting overnight jobs.
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