Ashes.
Second Chances: My DUI Story and the Climb Back The Fall Begins Life was good again. My first DUI was five years in the past—done, dusted, forgotten. I’d completed three years of informal probation, and at work, my future looked bright. I was on track to become a Senior Technician, the final step before becoming a supervisor. It had taken longer to get there because of that first DUI, but I’d stayed patient, dedicated, and now I was finally moving up. I was respected at work. I made great money. My colleagues told me how talented I was. But behind the scenes, things weren’t as good as they looked. My relationship was falling apart. I was in the middle of a divorce after being caught texting a prostitute. My personal life was in shambles, and instead of taking accountability, I slipped into a victim mindset. I felt sorry for myself. I started drinking heavily again. And I got too comfortable driving drunk. One night, I was wasted—very drunk, the kind of drunk where you don’t even rememb...