A few weeks later I was walking through the Detroit airport on one of those moving walkways thinking about these things when I suddenly crossed a threshold in my mind. I made a decision. A daring decision. A risky decision. I had reached the point of no return—there would be no going back. I wanted to be my true self. Suddenly I said out loud, “Now with the help of God I shall become myself!” The curious glances I drew from strangers in the Detroit airport bothered me not in the least. I had made a decision. I was on the road to recovery. I was recovering my soul. Water was turning to wine.
