The 3rd Street Beat Mission Statement
The Third Street Beat is a newsletter written by and created for people with substance use disorder. Our mission is to validate that experience so people know that they are not alone, and to emphasize the many unique roads that we take to recovery. This is an opportunity to share our experiences to creatively support each other. We are non-political, non-denominational, multi-racial, and gender neutral. Our mission is one of recovery and harm reduction, and all experiences are welcome. All the viewpoints herein are personal in nature and related specifically to our contributors’ recovery.
The 3rd Street Beat Editorial Team
The 3rd Street Beat is produced byThe Recovery Center community with assistance from the occupational therapy team.
I was only 11 years old. I was confused, yet encouraged, by a giant woman who stood 4‘7“ tall.
For the first time in my life, someone looked at me with a light in her eyes and a glow of the Holy Spirit. Although I thought she was only guessing. In my heart of our hearts I knew it to be true. Because my mom and grandma would tell me the same. Yeah I always felt like that’s what mom and grandma are supposed to say. Fast forward to January 23, 2003. When I got my Epiphany. When God came calling me himself. And told me I would preach the word.
PS the date was 1/23/03, representing the holy trinity
ByMosesFlores
My Life
My lights shine for me not for you. Why must my dark be considered a negative?
Does not the moonshine in the dark? Why must I follow your story and not mine? Why must it be his story and not hers? Why must light always be good and dark be bad? Is it not true that before there was light there was dark? The light we worship would not be anything if it was illuminating the dark. We must always be careful with the light we follow. Because what we know as the original light was the great morning star. That like we now call Lucifer. Of course, Lucifer stemming from the Latin word lux. Again, not all life is goodbye. Not all dark is bad dark. In fact, the only light I care for is my life. Yet the only dark you care for is my demise.
By MosesTwostreetsdownbyRaymondByrdIII
Two streets down I found my way around
Lost but not yet found
The world has become the nesting ground
For my pain:
Two streets down I have learned how to live again
Without rain from the pain…
Two streets down!!!
The recovery challenges
Challenge recognition
Truthfulness, the reason
Caring matters
The real communication
I give thanks for another day I get to see life
At a time I find myself at a crossroads of pain, depression, optimism. Well, I try to keep hopes high with inspiration of good things to come. We all of you life of different. But we are all people with viewpoints of our truth. Of our character. But so view of a one shot deal you would be lucky to live at twice. I was on a train one day and I saw a sad vision of what. I saw a person on a train one day and I was like I know that person but couldn’t speak. The person saw me looking, I tried to say hi but they decided to get off the train. And I asked myself was that the right person? The person with someone I met at the hospital two years ago. At least that’s what I thought. Sometimes I wonder when it comes to people places and things. I have a fear of not recognizing my family at times where they’ll just forget me.
I’m working on a new idea for a short film about a musician who plays in south New York City‘s most wonderful parks. Even the rats dance to the tune of the music playing in the park. I met two musicians named Freeman and Fox who played from dusk to dawn. The vibe is live and that’s why the bee carries on.
