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Your Lie in AprilMusic accompanies the path of the human metronome, the prodigious pianist Kousei Arima. But after the passing of his mother, Saki Arima, Kousei falls into a downward spiral, rendering him unable to hear the sound of his own piano.Two years later, Kousei still avoids the piano, leaving behind his admirers and rivals, and lives a colorless life alongside his friends Tsubaki Sawabe and Ryouta Watari. 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A resounding “No”! When something seems too good to be true, it perhaps is.By the end of this answer, you going to find out several surprising facts. From medical scams to running fake degree rackets. I tried to make it as authentic as I can by providing appropriate references. There’s more to this person than meets the eye. So, hold your breath and read on!Claims of curing diabetes and other chronic diseases are SCAMS!!! It is not a new thing. These scams happened and happening around the world for many decades. BRC has no medical or paramedical qualifications and NOT a doctor. He acquired a fake PhD from is a bogus university in Zambia (Read Degree Mill). All other credentials that he adds after his name are either his network of own associates or dubious organisations. Google yourself and find out.He was a flop Bollywood actor in circa 2005. When acting didn't work out for him on screen, he started to do it for real. Here’s is a video for your and others viewing pleasure.This fraudster is only after your money telling you the things you want to hear. He has no idea of metabolic functions and all his advice are completely WRONG. If you follow his advice for curing Chronic illness you will create irreversible damage to your organs in the long-term.Off course, intentions of drug companies and healthcare industries have been always debatable. But there are another set of people who fool distressed patients taking advantage of the backdrop. He is a scam artist who exploits people by taking advantage of their illness, widespread ignorance, and poor health care system in India. Please beware of them!!!———————————————————Edit 1 (28 Mar 2020):Decoding a fraudster:Some people argue that academic qualifications are not everything. I somewhat agree with it. However, foundational knowledge is extremely important before it can be scaled up further.His website labelled him as the “…internationally acclaimed Indian Medical Nutritionist having a doctorate in Diabetes from the Alliance International University, Zambia” This is nothing but a marketing gimmick.BCR is about 48 years old and reading the above tag-line anyone unaware of him will make unconscious assumptions that he is a veteran who has many years of experience and expertise in this field. He combines this with his great oratory skills and confident body language to make it all believable. Bare in mind scamming is an art and not everyone can do it.To decode him let’s have a closer look at his career in chronological order:He did Production Engineering from Punjab Engineering College – Circa Year 1994, Age 22 (this is nowhere mentioned in his website instead you would find certificate for memory record in his website!)Starred in Bollywood Movie – Year 2005, Age 33 (Yaad Rakhenge Aap (2005) - IMDb)“Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna” title controversy with BCR’s Mind's I Films – Year 2006 (Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna in a title controve, Also Biswaroop Roy Choudhary vs Karan Johar on 28 July, 2006)Between 2000-2013 he was associated with various media and memory training related activities (Video and news of 2009 which don’t mention him a doctor NewsX Video: Biswaroop Roy Chaudhary fights all odds Also All in the mind: Memory plus)First claim of him being a doctor is around Year 2013, Age 41 (Indian memory man to expose medical practices | Chandigarh News - Times of India)Doctorate in Diabetes AIU (which is a bogus university anyway) – Year 2017, Age 45So, until approx. age 41 he has not been associated with the medical profession and suddenly one fine morning he is a doctor. Miracle perhaps?Some people also argue that “Dr” prefix that he uses refers to Doctorate of Philosophy (PhD) rather than a medical doctor. Fair enough. But he claimed to have obtained that “bogus” certificate only in September 2017. In that case why all the training attendance certificate before 2017 mention him as “Dr”? You can see these certificates in the “Credentials” section of his website.Note on Alliance International University, Zambia – This is a bogus university in Zambia. Not recognised by the Higher Education Authority (HEA), Zambia. It’s an online degree mill, perhaps run from a one-room shop just to print the certificates. Search authoritative information on International Higher education institutions here World Higher Education Database (WHED) PortalOther Qualifications, membership and credentials:The American Diabetes Association (ADA) has confirmed his membership has expired in 2015. So it is now clear that he took the membership only for 1 year to improve his credibility and mislead. ADA has further confirmed that they sent a Cease and Desist letter to BRC.Some courses from well-known universities/schools, such as Conwell University and Harvard Medical School – These are nothing but a few hours of open online courses (MOOC) virtually anyone can do.Some fake awards – which are nothing but “you scratch my back and I'll scratch yours” formula. Meaning, “you promote me, I will promote you” awards.Honorary Doctorate in Public Health by Vietnam Book of Records!! What the ****?? An interesting point to note, the guy (Le Tran Truong An) who signed the fake PhD certificate also Chairman of The Research Institute of Complementary Health Sciences (RICHS) and he is also linked to the bogus World Record University http://worldrecordsuniversity.co.uk/le-tran-truong-an/Some further information has been unearthed by the Quora user Has Legal which confirmed that signatory in Vietnam Book of Records PHD and partners of this company called World Creativity Science Academy LLPThey are all part of the same organised syndicate. Read more about these fraudulent organisations later in the answer.My question is, if someone is genuine why they have to try to gain credibility using fake qualifications?Some people will also say he studied/researched various medical journals and books and his treatment follows those. Can someone just studying books can claim to be a doctor? Being a doctor and being a computer hacker without appropriate qualifications are entirely different things (no pun intended). Most of his books and videos focus on hate speech, conspiracy theories and other fake news rather than giving solid proof of any of his work and how unconventional cure works. If he has done some research work, where is that research lab located? When he did such research? Who peer-reviewed his research? You pick up any of his books, first 70% of the content will be about the medical conspiracy to brainwash readers, 25% patients story to gain trust, and the remaining 5% is prescription of some recipes of natural remedies. And this is what he loudly calls research!So how he became famous?Thanks to the surge of social media and online contents. Read details here Should Google and Facebook Police Medical Quackery?How for some people his treatments work?How many patients anyone personally knows that they were benefited? Some only know some random people from various reviews without actually personally knowing them. It’s also a big question, how many of them are real and how many of them are fake reviews by his IT brigade and completely made up. However, there is no surprise even if some random people reported it worked for them. This is exactly how placebos work for some. Ingrained cognitive biases play a big role in this. It’s more about acceptance because of belief rather than cure itself. Moreover, we all like miraculous cures, don’t we?If he is a scammer, why not many people speak against him?People do. But much of his activities are online and it’s easy to manipulate and moderate online activities. Whistleblowers trying to expose him get banned from his online channels and their comments are removed. This is why his channels and pages are flooded with positive comments. His moderators are clever enough to leave some “not-so-harmful” comments so that it all looks real. Paid reviews, particularly in the early days of his activities, also can’t be also ruled out.Some other dubious organisations he runs:India Book of Records (anyone can buy these records. Any claims are acceptable. Certificate of record as bizarre as counting figures with eyes closed!. You just have to make a claim online and pay. It’s that simple. This will also make you eligible to earn a PhD paying lot more via his other organisation - WRU. Read below)Indo-Vietnam medical Board (Bogus medical board masterminded by BRC and other associates to bypass India as well as Vietnam government regulators)The Research Institute of Complementary Health Sciences (RICHS) - Part of the same organised syndicate. They give awards to each other. They crosslink fake accreditations and certifications to appear it to be legit.World Record University (Claimed to be based in London but convocations happen in India!) This is a bogus university has no existence other than run via his local aides in the UK.This nexus of dubious organisations work in tandem to defraud and fool the innocent people, government and regulatory authorities.Have a look who is one of the distinguished recipient of the honorary doctorate conferred by World Record University. Read Gurmeet Ram Rahim Singh Insan receives doctorate from UK University. There are many other famous people don these fake PhDs from WRU. For privacy reasons, I can’t name them all. But a simple google search can fetch this information if you are curious. "world record university" "london"World Record University also offer 6 months Doctorate (PhD) programme!!! (I almost feel like I’m advertising for these fraudsters.) Honorary Doctorate in Nature Science and Medicine - World Record UniversityAs a small victory, this particular bogus university is now flagged up in the UK as unrecognised degree provided. Screenshot below.To note, Prospect UK manages Higher Education Degree Datacheck (Hedd) which is a UK government-appointed university watchdog.Why is this fake university not on the UGC, India’s fake university list?This is because of the clever way it operates. As it claimed to be a foreign university based in London, therefore, it bypasses the UGC’s scanner.I’m sure it’s now clear that BCR in addition to quackery runs fake degree rackets as well.Finally, who I’m and what is my motto?I’m an ordinary Indian who has no connection with the medical profession. From me, these sorts of things is a matter of public concern and without strong regulations in place in counties like India they flourish.It’s disheartening, in counties like India where public health care system is still in its infancy and it further worsens due to widespread unethical practices by the private hospitals and doctors. This force the ordinary citizens to look for alternatives, short-cuts and miraculous cure and as a result, people fall prey to these scams.I’m not against the natural and non-invasive remedies, such as Ayurveda. I am a big advocate of avoiding medicines and making food our medicine. However, claims of natural remedies for chronic and other deadly diseases like diabetes, heart conditions, Autism, Cancer, AIDS, COVID-19 are simply untrue and nothing but scams and disinformation. Moreover, I myself is a patient of the chronic disease Diabetes over a decade. But fortunately, I was able to receive the right advice and treatments at the right time. Therefore, this topic is close to my heart and I genuinely wish with our Government’s efforts someday will improve the healthcare system making it easily accessible to all.Therefore, my motto is to raise awareness and expose this fraud and nexus.Please help to spread the word and help protect your family, friends and unsuspecting people.Many thanks for reading, commenting and sharing.———————————————————————Edit 2 (10 Apr 2020): I have received several questions from the Quora readers following my last update. I have done some more research and added further clarifications to help answer most doubts.Who cares about Qualifications whether they are real or fake. Should getting cured not just matter? He prescribes nature things what could be wrong with it?If someone is genuine they don't have to improve credibility using fake certificates and credentials. Qualifications are medium how human acquire knowledge and understanding. It can be formal and informal. Medical science is one of the oldest body of knowledge and therefore it requires years of rigorous study and practice. If some practitioners of modern medicine are unethical it doesn’t make the whole treatment/practice wrong.“Natural” is not the same as “safe.” Some plants and be extremely dangerous to people with specific underlying conditions. Modern medicine not necessarily means only chemicals. Several modern medications are plant extracts and pharmaceutical companies just extract and purify the effective parts of these plants so that a patient can take one pill rather than eating loads of barks and leaves. Wrong modern medical practice is also not appropriate evidence of natural treatment works and its practitioners are right. All treatment method has its usefulness but it needs to be established by its own merits.Also, please beware of the following FIR that was lodged in 2019 in connection with the death of a patient(Source: Quora user Has Legal)I cured my flu with his recommended diet. How can you say he is wrong?I’m not a doctor but as far as I know, most flu and influenza do not require any medications. Most people only require bed rests and plenty of fluids to recover in a few days. This is the universally accepted first line of treatments for flu and influenza. If you never heard about this, I recommend you change your family doctor.People I know get cured of diabetes. What you have to say about this?I’m a diabetic over a decade so I do think I am competent enough to answer this. T-2 diabetes can be managed well with the food and exercise which some people considers as reversing diabetes. This is nothing new or an extraordinary invention.India is currently the home of the world's second-largest diabetic population of over 100 million. The cases were nearly tripled over the last 30 years. Death rates are equally alarming. The life expectancy of diabetics in India has increased from 50yrs in 1970 to 69yrs in 2016 due to improved medical facilities. Life expectancy is still much lower than in developed countries. Patient education is a big barrier in this other than substandard public health infrastructure and doctors. If natural remedies had worked the situation wouldn’t have been like this.If he is a fraud and runs fraudulent business why India Government does not act against him?The answer is not straight forward. India is getting better in regulating unethical conducts but not there just yet. There are far too many loopholes in the system. Scammers like Biswaroop knows how to misuse, bypass and trick the law. Some readers will be shocked to learn that 3 out of 5 allopathic doctors in India are quacks with fake degrees[1][1][1][1]. Those fake doctors rarely go out of business and have no fear of law. A vast majority of the population is unaware of this fact. The only exception to Biswaroop is that he was able to become a celebrity making best use of widespread ignorance, loopholes in the system and Social Media. However, it’s not that he was entirely gone unchecked. In 2017, Suo Moto action was taken by the Consumer Complaints Council (CCC) against the Biswaroop for advertisement offering health care products or services that considered misleading or false or not adequately/scientifically substantiated. Read ASCI bans Biswaroop Roy Chowdhury and othersHis research has been published in international medical journals. How he can be wrong?That's correct but this is the half-truth. It’s like someone tells you that he was the topper of his class and you believe him without knowing he paid to schools to get good marks.He uploaded some research papers on his website to fool and gain the trust of innocent people who have no understanding of research activities. These are Fake Journals (widely known as Predatory Journals). Please read more here to understand what is a Predatory Journal. Debabrata Paul's answer to How can I identify a predatory journal?Following Journals, he claims has published his research.Journal of Metabolic SyndromeInternational Journal of Emerging Technologies and Innovative ResearchBoth these are well-known Predatory Journals or Fake Journals in which anyone can publish any craps. Please click on the Journal names to check the google results. You will find numerous website that suggests these are Fake Journals.He is a genius who has won 2 Guinness World Records. He is certainly talented. What you have to say about this?He makes 2 claims:Guinness world record in 2006 for memorising 14 names with birth dates in less than two minutesGuinness world record in 2007 for performing 198 push-ups in a minuteHowever, Guinness World Records online database has no records of him. Considering his fraudulent nature, it is most likely these claims too are fake.Is it possible his Guinness record is too old therefore not in the database? Nope. I checked that too. Subhash Chandra Agrawal (India) in 2006 made Guinness record for most published letters to newspaper editors can be found in the record search.Is it possible these records have been broken by someone else therefore not in the database? Nope. Inactive records can also be found in the database.Anyone can check these results visiting Guinness World Record webpage. But registration is required to search for records.Why don’t Government accept his challenge and give a chance to him to prove his claims?Again, uninformed people make these arguments. Claims are not evidence. Any Tom, Dick and Harry are free to make any claims as they like. The burden of proof is with the person/organisation makes the claim. It will be foolish for any authorities to give any attention to claims that have not been validated with evidence.Youtube deleted his video on Covid-19. Is it not the sign of something sinister going in the background and his claims are right?This is the same group of people who earlier might have said if his videos are scams YouTube would have deleted it. These sot of arguments come from gullible people and/or people who are newbies of the World Wide Web (internet) and are unaware of how easy to get trapped on the Web of preditors.You need to understand that Youtube is a video sharing platform, not a medical board or investigation agency. YouTube has taken actions based on the report flagged up by the many users. Popular social media also take steps to prevent misuse and spread of misinformation in the time of crisis.You can too report these videos. Following is an illustration of how to do it. Click on the three dots ( … ) above the Subscribe button and then click on “Report”. Further options will appear..Select “Spam or misleading” and then click on “Scams/Fraud”.I urge all concerned readers that please don’t Upvote my post instead take time to report his misleading videos on YouTube and other Social Media, such as Facebook.Bottom line: Biswaroop Roy Chowdhury has taken the Art of Forgery to a whole different level. But this fraud has been BUSTED. I am eagerly looking forward to a social movement to legally corner this fraud and put him to his rightful place – in the Jail for forgery, cheating, misleading and spreading disinformation.Please feel free to share this as you like. I permit you to copy/extract my answer, or translate this in your own language and put it on your Facebook, make videos on Youtube channel, share Whatsapp and other social media accounts.——————————————————-Edit 3 (13 Apr 2020): Some other useful links of the posts/people who started crusading against the disinformation and quackeryYouTuber Dr.Education (Dr. Paramjeet Singh) - fantastic clarification on some of the open online courses (MOOC) which are portrayed as specialist “degrees”. (The video was deleted on his video, exactly the same reason how BRC’s videos were deleted. Thanks to the Quora user who want to remain anonymous for sending me this alternative link)YouTuber Dr. DestinationQuora User's answer to Can any doctor tell whether to trust Dr. Biswaroop Roy Chowdhury or not? (gathered more intel about his bogus PhD)——————————————————-Edit 4 (18 Apr 2020) - Some further evidence added to the answer:Clarification from the American Diabetes Association (ADA)Further evidence of the syndicate - appear different organisations but in reality, are close associates.Please also Sign and Share this petition (Change.Org) to help to curb COVID-19 disinformationMany thanks again for engaging here and sending me all the appreciating messages.Educated, Informed and Courageous citizens are backbones of a strong nation. Thank you.Footnotes[1] Are 57% ‘doctors’ quacks? Govt says no, then yes | India News - Times of India[1] Are 57% ‘doctors’ quacks? Govt says no, then yes | India News - Times of India[1] Are 57% ‘doctors’ quacks? Govt says no, then yes | India News - Times of India[1] Are 57% ‘doctors’ quacks? Govt says no, then yes | India News - Times of India

I think they do.I spent yesterday documenting my experience with miracles.Eleven Miracles in 72 HoursApril 27th, 2018 was one of the best, and worst, days of my life.That day, I was caught texting the person whom I had been flirting with, even willing to start a long-distance affair with. My husband was, of course, livid, and he let me know what he thought of me without holding back. He later left the house for work, and I was left alone with my pain and panic. After the door slammed shut behind him, the deafening silence set in, and I began to cry. I looked up at the ceiling, presumably to God or the Universe or to anyone who may be listening, and cried, “I give up.” I collapsed to my knees on the floor and held my head in my hands. I wanted to jump in the car and chase after my husband to say that I was sorry and wanted things to be okay and to hug him and to hear him say back to me, “yes, it will be okay”. But I knew that I could not do any of that. And because I was left with the only option of doing nothing, I felt that familiar strong urge to inflict pain on myself. I took the nearest toy that belonged to one of my toddlers and hit my head with it as hard as I could.After a while, I got up to go to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and didn’t recognize myself. It felt like I was looking right into my own soul, and it was the most grotesque thing I had ever seen. Horrified, I asked my reflection “what have you done?” And then, “How did you get here?” I had become someone who constantly looked for an escape, every single time I was faced with stress, loneliness, frustration, worry, or anger. The escape took many forms. Sometimes weed. Occasionally vodka. Smokeless tobacco dip. Cough syrup. Tylenol #3. These chemical escapes were not used very often (but thought about constantly) because I was too afraid of being impaired while taking care of my children. I took various cocktails of stimulants every day, and there have been more incidents than I would like to admit where I ended up harming myself on purpose after intense frustration. The escape used most often, however, was texting someone who lived across the country, someone from my past who expressed an interest in me ten years ago. This person, 13 years my senior, was married, but never disclosed that information to me. I had always suspected he was married, even that first time we met, but never had any proof. But ten years later, when I was faced with the biggest stress in my life which came from caring for two young toddlers all by myself, constant fighting with my husband, pressure at work, and a son with a serious developmental delay – it was me who contacted him again, despite finding evidence to prove that he was indeed married, which began before I met him the first time. He kept the texts going, and then flirting. And a response from him by text was easily as good of an escape or better than what I got from the other substances I abused.After calming down a little, I sat down in front of my computer and began to search for something to help me. I wasn’t even sure what that help looked like. But I knew I was searching for some sort of spiritual guidance, or a spiritual place – something that I could do or go to, to help ease my emotional pain and perhaps to even heal me. I searched for churches near me, Buddhist temples, meditation centers. But nothing jumped out at me. Then I remembered a place where I used to go that always left me feeling hopeful, more myself, more in control, more grateful after I left. Nar Anon meetings.I went to Nar Anon meetings 15 years ago when I discovered that my then husband was an addict and alcoholic. Those meetings saved my life. After a while, it felt like home there. The people, the fellowship, the 12 steps, the serenity I felt after leaving the meeting – it was essentially a place where people, who recognized that there was a big problem in their life (whether that was with themselves and/or a loved one), and they wanted life to be better. They wanted to make themselves better. I only stayed in Nar Anon for about six months, stopping after the divorce was finalized. I suppose I just wanted to distance myself from the pain of the divorce, of which Nar Anon was a reminder.But on April 27th, 2018, the idea of going to an AA or NA meeting, for myself, as an addict, came in to my head. This was Miracle #1. Although it was the thought of attending a 12-step program that came first, the next thought was the question of whether I in fact had a problem. I began to reflect on my behavior and choices over the past few years, trying to remember when I started to go downhill. The answer seemed to point to when I became a mother. Prior to that moment, I never thought I had a problem – I had told my husband about the time I binge drank by myself on a week night after a stressful realization about my son’s development. I told him about it, and a couple of my mom friends, which meant it wasn’t a problem. I knew many friends - successful people and good mothers - who used weed for various reasons. I was like them, right? My other mom friends also confided in how hard it was being a mother and how they often ‘wanted to quit’. So, my urge to escape was normal, I thought. Using cough syrup on occasion – isn’t that the same thing as my mom friends having some wine at night to relax before bed? The T3s – those were just leftovers from my surgery last year, and I had no intention of finding more after they had run out. The stimulants – those were absolutely necessary to allow me to function every day on not enough sleep. One them was from my own prescription, and the others were easily bought over or behind the counter. But you can find lots of stories on the internet about CEOs who do this, so I wasn’t doing anything different. A friend of mine, who knew about the stimulants, asked me once if I could stop using them if I wanted to, and I responded with, “of course I can – if I get enough sleep.” And besides – my job involved helping to manage a large prescription drug monitoring program. I literally worked with this type of drug data every day to help prevent people from the dangers of prescription drug abuse. I knew all about these drugs and their safety profiles – people who have my job and knowledge don’t have a substance abuse problem. The smokeless tobacco dip – I had done this on and off since university but did not have any side effects from it. Again – all it was, I thought, was a nice buzz – the same thing people go after when having a glass of wine. I never used any of this while I was working, and never in the presence of my children. But texting the male friend was something I could do anytime, anyplace, and the gratification was instant. As I wondered that day for the first time…”do I maybe have a problem?” Miracle #2 happened. I realized that yes, I did.As luck (or more likely, God) would have it, my next-door neighbor, James, was a long-time member of AA. I knew about this and walked over to his house, hoping that he would be home. I noticed that he was playing with his puppy in the backyard -Miracle #3. I approached him and said, “James, you go to AA meetings, right?” “Yes,” he said. I squatted down in the grass, began to rub the puppy’s belly, and hesitated before speaking. “Do you think….I mean….can you go to AA meetings if you are not necessarily an alcoholic? I’m not sure what I am. Maybe I have an addiction problem. I don’t know. But I was thinking about going”. “Yes, many people go to AA meetings who are addicted to substances not necessarily alcohol.” I began to tell him part of my story. He graciously listened, and we talked about finding a meeting to go to that night. He also said that there is a term for people who have gone to both Al Anon or Nar Anon meetings, as well as NA or AA meetings – they are called ‘Double Winners’. I smiled at this but inside, I thought to myself that the term “double loser” would be far more appropriate to describe me. After our conversation, he went inside and gave me a copy of his pocket version of the Big Book and folded the corners of the pages on two passages that he said helped him daily. I thanked him and accepted the hug he offered.That afternoon, I went to a drop-in gymnastics session to train. That day, there was a new coach there. She helped me for the entire hour on my hand stands and back walkovers. This 18-year-old girl, who was, amazingly a very good coach given her age and the fact that she had not been in the sport of competitive gymnastics very long, taught me a successful handstand that day, in half an hour, after I had struggled to learn it for over a year. During the worst day of my life, I had experienced some joy and smiles and gymnastics progress with this young coach. At the end of the training session, I realized that I had not yet asked her name. “Serenity,” she replied. Serenity. As in the Serenity Prayer that is recited at the beginning of every single AA meeting. I am convinced that that was Miracle #4.That evening, I asked my husband if I could go out at 9:30 to “some place” after putting the kids to bed. He said that was fine, without asking me where I was going. I don’t think he cared. I went to the only meeting I could that day without having to get a babysitter – a meeting 10pm across the city. I mentioned to James by text the location I was going to, and he texted back, “that’s fine…but just be warned that you may see some characters there because of the location (referring to the fact that it was in probably the lowest-income part of town). I just don’t want you to get a first impression that may prevent you from going back”. I said, “no problem. It will be fine.”After putting the kids to bed, I drove following the map across town, all the while noticing the intense pain and fear in my stomach. I finally arrived in front of a church. Many AA and NA meetings are held at churches, so I was sure that I was at the right place. I began to walk around the building, trying every door I came across. All of them were locked. When I came full circle, I phoned James in confusion. Miracle #5 – James picked up the phone. “James – none of the doors are open. I’m sure I am in the right spot. Is the info on the website wrong?” James began to do some digging online to see if he could figure out what was going on. I confirmed with him the address I was at which matched the one from the website and gave him the name of the Church I saw in front of me. After a few more minutes of searching online, James said that he was not sure why I couldn’t get in. He then texted me some audio files of passages from the Big Book and suggested listening to them as an alternative that night. At that point, it looked like I wasn’t going to be attending my first meeting that night. I agreed to listening to the audio files, thanked him, and hung up. But I thought that I was supposed to be at that meeting that night. I thought that’s where God had led me to. And in that moment, I felt discouraged and let down. I had finally understood and accepted that I needed help, that I had hit my rock bottom, and that although I feared what would happen next, going to an AA meeting that night was where I was supposed to be. Faced with not being able to follow that plan, my heart sunk, and I felt lost once again. I sat on the steps of the church, not caring who saw me, and started to cry. Maybe I would have started to listen to the audio files James had sent after crying for a while on the steps of the Church, maybe I would have listened to them on the way home, or maybe I would have just given up on the idea of AA altogether. I don’t know what would have happened if Miracle #6 had not occurred - James phoned me back and told me to look across the street for a blue and white building – that’s where the meeting was and I was at the wrong address. I saw the building across from me. “Should I still go? I’ll be so late” I said to him. “yes, it’s fine if you go in late. You’ll have just missed the intro about how the meeting works, and I know you already know about that”. He told me to use the back alley to find the door. So, while still on the phone with him, I walked along the building, trying each door I came across. The first one, locked. The second one, locked. Then I turned the corner, tried the next door, and opened it. I don’t even know if I can describe that feeling when the door opened – maybe it was what it feels like to realize the hand of God on you in that moment.As I walked down the stairs, I heard a woman talking. I walked in, glanced around quickly, and took a seat. A woman was talking about her week and her struggle of watching her sister battle with alcohol. I listened but also took in the room, and all the people in it. It wasn’t the nicest room. Not the nicest couches. Poor lighting. A bit dirty. And the people sitting in that room, were ones I would expect to see in this part of town. Ones of the stereotypical race and economic status. And for a few minutes, I felt uncomfortable. A feeling of – I don’t belong here, I’m out of place in my Lululemons with my PhD degree and my career in fighting the opioid epidemic. But then Miracle #7 occurred. As I listened to this woman speak, and others, something became very clear to me. These people, who I walked in and judged to be not like me - to likely have bigger problems than me, to look so unlikely to want to be part of a faith-based recovery program, to not have got “as far in life” as me….I listened to how they grew from their challenges – challenges that sounded similar to mine, and how they were not striving for perfection, but for acceptance and humility and living a good life, which, I realize now, means “living life on life’s terms”. The wisdom that came out of the mouths of those people that night made it clear to me that they were in a far better place than me - they were happier, they were living a better life, they had peace, and that they were people whom I felt that I wanted to have what they had.I was offered to go up to the front of the room and share my story, if I wanted to. I approached the lectern and looked out at the kind faces staring or smiling back. But the words weren’t coming out. I couldn’t say anything for what seemed like a long time. I finally found my voice. “My name is Lily, and….maybe I am an alcoholic, maybe an addict, maybe none, maybe both….I’m not sure”. It was so very hard to say that. The next thing I said was how thankful I was to have heard the stories of the people I heard from so far. And how thankful I was that I found the place, albeit late. The only details I shared were that I had just experienced the worst day of my life that day, that I also realized I had a problem, and how I worried that I could not be fixed. I also mentioned that I knew of AA through my experience with Nar Anon, how it had felt like home to me at one point in my life, and that something brought me back to it that night.I sat down, and was thanked, and heard, “Welcome, home” from a man in the back. That same man went up to speak next. I listened to his story, and his perspective on the topic of freedom and acceptance. At the end of his share, he looked at me and said that he knew me. “I think we went to school together”. “Really??” I said. I did not recognize him and was sure that he was mistaken. But then he said, “you wrestled on the university team, right?” I did wrestle for my university, and after hearing that then I knew that we indeed must know each other. At the end of the meeting, he approached me and gave me a hug. We talked and realized that we were on the wrestling team for about a year at the same time. We knew all the same people and coaches. This was Miracle #8. He encouraged me to keep coming back to the meetings. “I like to speak in analogies,” he said. “You know how when you first start wrestling, and you don’t know what you’re doing, and it’s hard, and you don’t know when you’re going to score you’re first point let alone win your first match, and it gets so hard sometimes that you want to quit….that’s a lot like how it is with the program. So be patient, and please keep coming back. I promise it gets easier.” I was so thankful for what he said to me. I will never forget it.I drove home that night in silence. No music. No thinking. No crying. Just breathing. I got home and my husband was still awake and studying. Again, he did not ask me where I was. He just said goodnight and went to bed. I took out the pocket big book and read the passage that James suggested to read before bed. And fell asleep.The next day, James offered to take me to a Women’s Only AA meeting. He said that he could take me and wait for me outside in the lounge until the meeting was over. “I really think that you should meet these women. They are incredible. I think you’d really connect with them, and I know that some of them are academics and lawyers.” Thankfully, I was able to get my babysitter to come early that morning and watch the kids so that I could go with James. Again, my husband did not ask me where I went.As we walked toward the entrance, we came across one of the women James was referring to. “I come bearing gifts,” James said to her, referring to me. I felt so uneasy, so ashamed when he said that about me. For the past 24 hours, I had felt exactly like the opposite of a gift. I felt like a mistake. But the women smiled and introduced herself and said with genuine gratitude, “I’m so glad you came”.Inside, I sat down at the table with about a dozen other women. We all took turns reading from the Big Book about a story of a pilot who lost his license after being caught driving a car while drunk. He had gone to jail, he was shamed in the media, he lost all his credentials. But at one point in the story, he described what he called divine providence – people who came in to his life at moments that seemed too extraordinary to be purely coincidence. When the story was over, we all had an opportunity to share something about the story that resonated with us in our own life. I listened to each of the women speak about what part of the story touched them and listened intently to the stories of their journeys through recovery. I was blown away by the courage, the honesty, the bravery, the resilience. Then came my turn. “Hi, my name is Lily, and I think I’m an addict”. It still felt awful and uncomfortable to say. “I want to provide another example of divine providence”, I said, and continued to tell about the preceding 24 hours and how I came to be in this room with them. Once again, I did not, or could not, share a lot of details – I was still so ashamed and certain that I was “the worst” in the room. Miracle #8 occurred at the end of the meeting when several of the women approached me. One gave me her number – not even asking if I wanted it, (which I desperately did), but simply said here is my number – use it any time. Another said, “I can assure you that you are not “worse” than anyone else here, that we have all done things we are so ashamed of, and what you have or have not done is not unforgivable.” Another woman said, “I want to wish you a slow recovery.” I was confused for a moment before she explained that it is the long, slow recoveries that are the most rewarding and successful, and that it does not happen overnight. I realize now that I very much needed to hear this because I know I had a few moments after my first where I thought, “okay – I’m already so much better. No chemical substances today, no texting anyone, no flying off the handle.”The next day, of course, not as ‘perfect’. The next morning, I began to think about the whole situation with the man I had been texting. I know it was wrong to contact him the second time, and how I know I kept it going primarily because a friendly or supportive or flirtatious text from him got me through those hard and lonely moments of being a parent, in a marriage that had gone south, and on a difficult journey with my son’s development. But knowing that part of the 12-step journey is to make a list of people you wronged and make amends where possible, it occurred to me that I may have to make amends to this person. And that thought made me sick and scared and I did not think that I would ever be able to do so. I think that the fear and anger of having to forgive him lead me to try and shift the focus from what I did wrong to what he did, to blame him and to make myself feel better about what I had done, maybe to avoid accepting responsibility for my part and avoid having to make amends with him. As I continued to think about everything that had happened, and how it got to a point where he was not texting me as much as I wanted and was very cryptic in fully disclosing what he wanted to happen with the relationship (which turned out to be nothing), I started to focus on how deceived and led on I felt. The anger welled up and I felt the intense need to tell him how he wronged me. I typed an email to him that began with, “I am going to let my anger dictate what I say now because the need for me to tell you how wrong you were is greater than my need to let this go now.” And I proceeded to explain how lying to me and leading me on was wrong and hurtful, and that I would make sure to teach my daughter to avoid men like him who would take advantage of her. Writing that email felt both wrong and satisfying at the same time.Later that morning, I took my daughter to her dance lesson. Instead of sitting inside to watch like I normally do, I sat and waited in the car, thinking. I thought about how terrible of a person I am. The terrible things I had done, the people I hurt, the words my husband used to describe me in such anger. I do not know what my husband will do, nor what I will say when we have the inevitable conversation about me attending AA meetings. And I felt such shame and guilt. I thought that maybe there is still a good person somewhere inside of me. I just wanted someone say to me, “Lily, yeah, you screwed up, you are not perfect, you did some very wrong things. And I still love you anyway.” I began to cry at this thought. I had cried a lot in those past 48 hours.I went to yet another meeting with James that afternoon. This meeting was co-ed and run in a different format. People could suggest any topics of interest and then when it came to your turn to speak, you could choose any one of them to speak to. The topics suggested included fear, gratitude and trust. In that moment of silence before the chair of the meeting was going to move forward if no one else suggested any more topics, I had a vision of me failing to refrain from substance or alcohol abuse again the next time I encounter a difficulty with my atypically developing son. My son has severe speech and receptive language delays, and most likely has almost certainly autism as well. I piped up and said, “failure”, to which the chair added to the list of topics already mentioned.The meeting began with someone reading the Twelve Promises of AA. I listened carefully as they were read – these promises of what the program and fellowship would provide seemed like exactly what I wanted. They also seemed totally impossible for me. I know I that had heard these promises read aloud in many previous Nar Anon meetings but hearing them for the first time as an addict, they sounded so beautiful yet so far out of my reach. And then the last line was read: “Are these extravagant promises?” And everyone in the room responded, “We think not”. I had forgotten about that last line, even though I had said it myself many times before. But now – now it meant something. Now it meant everything. The collective room was saying, “We do NOT think that these promises are impossible”. It gave me hope.The chair of the meeting then asked a lady to share her story of how she came to AA, specifically for me, the newcomer, to hear. She spoke about the series of miracles that led her to her diagnosis of alcoholism, subsequent treatment and then AA. She was so well spoken, and I hung on her every word. Her description of the sequence of miracles that occurred sounded so similar to my previous 48 hours. After this woman spoke, others around the table took turns and shared their perspectives on their topic of choice. One of the first men who spoke turned out to be Miracle #9. This man talked about how this the AA meetings are the only places where he finds unconditional love. Nowhere else do you find people who are so accepting of your ‘defects of character” and love you anyway. The tears began to fall when I heard this. I wanted that unconditional love. And in that moment, I realized that I had found it AA. Another man talked about how he thought that the non-contact order preventing him from seeing his family was going to be lifted last Friday, but unfortunately that didn’t happen due to a mistake on his lawyer’s part. I could tell how painful this was for him, but he also pointed out the success of not turning to alcohol after that setback, which is something he would have done in the past. I felt so proud of him. And I could relate so well to that feeling of an urge to drink after experiencing something so stressful. Another in the room talked of his relapse 33 days ago after being sober for a year and a half. But he spoke of focusing on not the fact that he relapsed, or failed, but on what to do next. I felt so much pride and admiration for this man as well. Other people in the room had varying lengths of time in recovery – anywhere from a few weeks to over 30 years. And the older ones with more experience (and what seemed like more ‘failures’ too), provided such encouragement and support and positivity to the ones who were not as far along in their recovery. My mom once told me that, “when we let our true selves come through, it’s God who speaks and acts through us – basically we are all really just little pieces of God.” I could truly see God in everyone in that room that day. These were people who had come to understand and appreciate the difference between God’s will and their own. The last woman who spoke turned out to be Miracle #10. This woman began with a story of putting together a piece of furniture from Ikea with her sister, who happened to be the first woman who was asked to share her recovery story specifically for me. They had reached a point in the assembly where they became stuck and could not understand the instructions, so they decided to drive to Ikea to get some help. She described how the person to was very rude and condescending to them, insinuating that they were ‘stupid’ for not being able to follow the instructions. They eventually walked through Ikea to examine the fully assembled piece of furniture and from that figured out what they needed to do but noted that they would have never understood this from the instructions provided. As they walked back to the car, this woman told her sister that she wanted to go back to the Ikea employee to “give her a piece of my mind”, to tell her that “no, YOU’RE stupid.” But her sister reminded her that the right thing to do was to let it go. She also realized that if she had done so, she would have had to make amends with this lady. I started to cry. Why couldn’t I have done that earlier that day with the email?It was my turn to speak next. “Hi, my name is Lily, and I’m an addict, and that is still really uncomfortable for me to say.” And then I spoke of James being the first in a series of miracles that led me to that meeting. I admitted to writing an email that I most definitely should not have written, only a few hours prior. And I knew that I should have not done so and just let it go, but I couldn’t. I talked about how scared I was of failing the next time I can’t handle another setback in my boy’s development. I mentioned that he has severe delays and that I am almost certain he has Autism. I said that I had being thinking about my problem and trying to figure out when it had all begun, concluding that it had probably started when I first became a mother. I said that I felt very unsure if I could ever be ‘fixed’. But I thanked them for listening and for being there and sharing their stories.Miracle #10 occurred after the meeting ended. The lady who spoke about her Ikea furniture experience approached me with a piece of paper that had all the cell numbers of the women at the meeting written on it. She also looked at me and said, “I have a PhD in Special Education.” It didn’t yet click why she told me that – and so I responded with, “I have a PhD in Public Health.” She said, “but ‘Special Education’ – I can help with your son.” And my eyes widened at this miraculous coincidence that had to be more miracle than coincidence. I hugged her tightly as she told me that she wanted to help me with this and that she knew my boy was beautiful even though she had never met her yet. I told her, through tears, that, “yes, he is beautiful, but he was given the wrong mother.” “No! He was NOT given the wrong mother. You were given the right child and he was most definitely given the right mother.” She said it with such conviction, that, for a moment, I believed her. Only for a moment though.That evening I went to train for trampoline again. But on the way home, to my surprise, I found myself having a conversation in my head about whether or not it was okay to buy some tobacco dip. I went back and forth from thinking that it is fine – “that’s not really part of the addiction”, to, “wait – if I am even wondering about this, doesn’t it mean that I shouldn’t be doing it?” I hadn’t’ thought about buying dip for a while now and it astonished me that I was doing so. I had even told James only the day before that it would be easy for me to put down all that stuff – the stimulants I was not sure I wanted or needed to let go of yet, but I said that it would be easy for me to stop the other stuff. I suspect that since giving up contact with my former male friend cold turkey, my brain needed to suggest a different distraction. I did end up buying a tin of tobacco dip. As well as a bottle of cough syrup. But I came home and felt compelled to start writing this essay - this list of miracles - as was suggested to me by one of the wonderful ladies at the all-women’s meeting yesterday. And as I did, my desire to ingest the dip or cough syrup disappeared. I think that was Miracle #11.