It was a last chance offer. Get professional help for your alcohol problems and save your marriage, save your job, save your life. Accepting the offer and not sure why, I took the hand that was given me. There were still emotional hurdles and God-concept barriers to wrestle with. Considering the humor in this, Brother Martin, a Trappist Monk was the bunkmate waiting for me to fill up the other bunk. A drunk, and a monk begin a twenty-six-year journey in the loving arms of God. A God who only loves, and always acts in a loving manner.