I spoke at the National Cathedral in Washington, D.C., the other night. It was a remarkable moment for me. There I was, in a national monument of spirituality — "America's house of prayer for all people" — telling my story of addiction, redemption and recovery. From the floor of a crack house in Atlanta in 1994 to the sanctuary of the cathedral 14 years later ... go figure.

Of the several hundred people in the audience were a group of women from N Street Village. ...

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