Perhaps if Deborah Petree had been delayed in her car for a few minutes on that day in 1996 when she had a car crash that made her a quadriplegic and slightly paralysed down her left side, she might not have become addicted to prescription narcotics and ended up in a jail cell three years ago, the lowest point of her life as well as its tipping point.
Or maybe if she had gotten into her car a few minutes earlier a few years ago when another former addict, Wayne Musselman, backed into her car, she wouldn’t have become friends, fallen in love and become his fiancée.
Then she might not have found in his house, which had been on the market for a year with no takers in sight, the venue for the realisation of her newly found purpose in life to set up a place where women could go to recover from their addictions away from old temptations and out of a desire to truly change their lives for themselves, just like she had managed to do.
W.A.D.E Freedom House in Jacksonville, Alabama might never have been born.