I'm taking deep breaths as I right this because this was one of the most life changing moments in my recovery. Soooo.....I had about 2 years clean at the time.  Single mom of two kids, secretarys job, and our own little apartment.  I'm at work and my boss brings about 50 of us into the conference room to tell us we have been LAID OFF.....Laid OFF....is he out of his mind?  I didn't get clean, get my kids back, get a job, just to have you LAY ME OFF....I was devestated.  I went home early (because now I have NO job) and I called some of my guy  friends to see if anybody wanted to hang out....I thought, thats what I need...a little distraction from whats going on so I don't have to feel anything.  So my taxi driver friend came to the door.......I said "COME ONNNN IN" - (I'm thinking wooohooo a little afternooner will make the pain go away, right?) WRONG.  The guy walks in, puts something in my hand and tells me don't open it until I leave.......(LEAVE??? Are you out of your mind?  Single white LONELY female - HELLOOOO?)  And he leaves.  I sit on the couch, open my hand and there is the most beautiful crucifix attached to beautiful crimson beads - a rosary.  I looked closely at the "little man on the stick".....every little detail was captured so perfectly.  I started crying my eyes out.  I had struggled with spirituality all my life, and finding MY god....and I knew at that moment that I was going to give that "little man on the stick" 100% of me....because nothing I knew had ever worked before.  I cried most of the afternoon.....and my friend called later to see how I was doing.  I told him I was fine.  He was totally surprised  because he knew how screwed up and scared I was.....but I told him....I haven't been alone since you left.  He said, why?  Who was there?  - I said "God - you asshole, you left him for me this morning!!!"  He laughed so hard, and then came over for dinner.  I shared my day with him about the spiritual experience I had that day and thanked him for being a part of it.......its now almost 7 years later -----that taxi driver is my husband and we know have 4 kids together, the 2 kids I already had, and the two more kids we made together during those "afternooners" as husband and wife........ we just recently moved and found a nice church out in the country....and we love it.....God is the MAN at our house.