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No Saints in Sobriety: MyRehab Story

No Saints in Sobriety: MyRehab Story

Once upon a rehab in South Africa, Simon found friendship in the most unlikely of places—a military school turned prayer-fueled boot camp for wayward souls. Andres was the name of his kindred spirit in this purgatory, a friend found between the relentless PT and the...

When the Gavel’s Echo Fades Through the Decades

When the Gavel’s Echo Fades Through the Decades

In a small town etched into the dry expanse of the Karoo, where the vast sky stretches out like an eternal canvas, a court found itself the crucible of quiet incredulity in September 2002. The stoic magistrate delivered a ruling that sent murmurs through the courtroom...

From Hope to Heartbreak: The Silent Suffering of a Father

From Hope to Heartbreak: The Silent Suffering of a Father

He sits there, the man with hollowed eyes that once glinted with hope, gazing into the void where a boy used to play. Twenty years have carved deep rivulets across his brow—channels through which countless questions have flowed, none finding their answers. His hands,...