Since then, I have heard him say that Ron Wellman saved his life. Which I’m good with.
His sister and a few other people helped to save his life. Wellman may have helped a little.
Former Tigers broadcaster, major league pitcher and prisoner resurrects himself and his career
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…Eventually, the kids nudged their dad toward Winston-Salem, North Carolina, where his Ph.D. sister was high on the food chain at Wake Forest University.
He was still drinking, even if he often claimed he wasn’t. Just for the human contact, he’d sometimes step outside his rented condo to the mail drop, where postman Rick Gfeller recognized a soul headed for the dead-letter office.
“I’d see him periodically. Sometimes, he had a backpack,” says Gfeller, 66. “I knew the only place he could be walking from was the liquor store, and I’d say, ‘You got a load there. ... Want me to help you dump it?’”
Gfeller invited him to the massive Christmas pageant at his church in 2011. Sorensen said he might show, but he didn’t mean it. Then he ignored invitations to Calvary Baptist for Easter, Independence Day and the following Christmas, when he actually accepted tickets before his good intentions were washed away by a dedicated bout of drinking…