Stories of observing drug abuse
The air was fresh and crisp here yesterday as I took a short walk in the neighborhood. As I walked down the street I saw a women and her 10 year old son get out of a car. The woman is around my age and she is a widow and her son will never feel his biological fathers embrace. When I attended my neighbor's funeral 10 years ago everyone was perplexed about his death including me I saw him the day before at a local pub. When he scared away some obnoxious idiot that was hitting on me and I was so elated he was like that the big brother type.
So as everyone whispered during the viewing finally his Mother stood up and shared he passed away as a direct result of his drug use. I personally was in shock ,I was 21 and never would have believed this if his Mother was not the one sharing such information.
Seeing his widow that has since remarried his best friend was profound for me, being an observer to the after effects of others choice to allow drugs to have control of their life. These people were two of the closest people too him and found comfort in supporting each other through the result of his poor choice. I wonder to myself if his wife will share all of this with their son or since she was 8 1/2 months pregnant at the time of his passing if she chose to have him believe his friend is his natural father.
I know it isn't my business but I cannot pretend these are not things I wonder about, what ever her choice was I commend her courage moving passed such a tragedy and living empowered knowing the choice he made will not stop her and their son.
This also made me think of two other people one was a former neighborhood girl I grew up with she had a boyfriend that dealt designer drugs. When you hear this growing up thoughts go either to a materielistic "Wow~Cool he's paid" or such in my case rational thinking "What ? Are you nuts ? Why would you involve yourself with such a person that can cause you harm by his choice? " but then again I tend to be neurotic.
She was so much in love with him going out a few times a week,he lavished her with gifts and song love songs to her and apparently 6 other women she found out after he was killed. That's right not to surprising to most of us that this would be an end result due to such a life choice. This was 13 years ago she calls me hysterically telling me her boyfriend was shot in the head. It was 11:30pm and I was half asleep. I wake up and say I will meet you outside if you need me she hysterically says yes of course.
I get dressed and meet her next door in her backyard. She wants to drive being concerned of her mindset I say I will drive. We drive all around the city with no destination so she can absorb what has happened. After a couple of hours we go back home and she thanks me for "being there for her". Upon returninf from his funeral she again calls me in shock as I have mentioned she found out he had 6 other women he was currently involved with at the time of his murder. As she shared this information she also shared some of these women had children with him and they were all fighting with one another.
I felt sincerely bad for my girlfriend's loss but could not help myself from thinking "Did she ever think that this lifestyle would bring on the possibility of something like this occuring?"
She got over his death then moved on to another man that did not deal the drugs but instead used them. This man stole everything valuable from her fencing it for money to support his habit. This devestated her Mother that bought some of this jewelry in Europe and it was extremely sentimental as well as being of value. She loved him and stuck up for him until she found out he was using her car to pick up other women while she worked.
It is hard to not realize by now she more then likely was using all along too. She started using by just smoking pot. I myself tried pot I didn't like the way it made me feel at all feeling paranoid and not of control to me wasn't a thrill. This is where it ends for most people that experiment. I know this sounds like a bad Nancy Reagan Ad now but just saying "No" is direct and too the point.
She still uses and I politely say "Hello" when I see her now and that's all. Some may think this is haughty of me but to them I say I tried to have normal conversations with my old neighborhood friend but she is too far gone and continually offers me some of her "candy" and this I do not tolerate. If one is unable to respect another for their choice to refrain from such activities then they are someone I cannot associate myself with regardless of sharing a childhood.
My last 2 examples are of two men too insecure to say "No" one died from ODing and I felt bad for a long time about his death because he called me the day it happened begging me to go out with him for the day knowing in my heart if I had this wouldn't have been the day he died,but also realizing that if not day more then likely the next. The other was a Med student that lost everything dropped out of school,lost his job & his apartment all of these examples have nothing to do with poverty and everything to do with personal insecurities these individuals chose not to work on but instead numb or numb others by their own greed marketing their "Candy" and ending up dead themselves as well as assisting others in the downward spiral.
I want to say to those who click and read this article who have this issue by making this choice try through all of your addiction to realize that it effects others, your family,your friends,your co~workers everyone.
There recently was an article in my local paper on strung out executives I wasn't shocked but I should be but in seeing what I have in the past it's kinda hard to rock my boat I suppose.
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You are the only one that can make this choice but always remember those around you that love you will support you.
Have a good day all~!~
~Peace,Love,Health & Happiness~Extended to all 