I woke up sprawled on the floor of a cheap, completely trashed Vegas motel room, naked and unkempt, with no memory of how I'd gotten there. I was overwhelmed by the combination of the stale taste of cigarettes, the bitter burning of hours-old vomit on the back of my throat, and the queasiness of a stomach full of straight whiskey and egg & jelly sandwiches. The room was in shambles, the mirror cracked, bottles and cans littering the floor along with used condoms, cigarette butts, and Tijuana Bibles. I groaned and rolled onto my back, shielding my eyes from the blinking lights fighting through the drawn blinds. I wasn't sure if it was day or night. I realized I was trash, that I'd wasted my life in vain and pointless pursuits. I had no friends I hadn't ruthlessly betrayed for a cheap cocktail waitress, no family member I hadn't gleefully exploited to get my hands on more cash to return to my rapscallious ways, no bridge left I hadn't burned. This was the end, there was nowhere left to turn. No redemption.
But then-
I noticed something out of the corner of my bleary eye, resting on the motel bureau. Yes. Of course. It was so beautiful, so righteous and true. Fighting away the hangover, I pulled myself up onto my own two feet and stumbled closer, with every step becoming more cleansed and redeemed. I knew my old ways would be no more, now that I'd seen this harbinger of truth.
It was an open laptop, and this was on its screen.
My life was never the same since, and I have spent the rest of my life spreading the word.