And there it was. The cue that it was time to start the day. The sun was rising - almost staggering up from against the inner depths of the earth announcing that it was the start of a new day. Perhaps, the sun - a distant shining orb - was a reminder to us all to begin anew. To embark on the first step of a path beyond that of dull consistency but of fulfillment and heroic deeds. And maybe it all came down to the sunlight streaming in, through the stiff curtains hanging in that damp desolat motel room that shook Andrew Zimmern from his own monotonous, self deprecating checklist.
July 4, 1961. It was the annual celebration of the adoption of the Declaration of …show more content…
It has been a year since he has been squatting in forsaken structures. This day, he was stupefied from his most recent binge of either a stimulant or depressant lying around, and woke up to rubbish slowly engulfing the ground. It looked the same as it had before, but somehow different like “the ace bandage of anxiety and misery I wore around my chest wasn’t there after 15 years” [1]. Zimmern marks this day as his turning point - when he finally saw the sun. He recollects how he called his “best friend of 20 years”, and pleaded for aid to get out of his dismal hole [1]. For the days following, he attempts to negotiate with himself and his friend, repeating that “this time I would stay in control” as he threw back the whiskey bottle [1]. In a venture to relieve Zimmern of his bent on drugs and alcohol, his friend convinced him to meet a former addict at a coffee shop. Zimmern agrees; He arrives to see the “back room packed — filled with people I’d thought had long since forgotten me” [1]. Convinced to make a change, he trekked out to the “Hazelden Treatment Center for drug and alcohol addiction treatment in Center City, Minnesota” [2] . Although overwhelmed with a “terrifying sense of desperation, of utter separation from the world, of complete isolation”, he worked to look for the ever eluding solution to his