I would like to take the time to sincerely Thank all those that have read and been following my blogs here on wordpress and via Twitter links. Truth be told it makes me feel less alone in my struggles and to know that people from all over the country and across the Pond are enjoying what little ole me has to say.
My cousin and very bestest friend advised me early on in my blogging to write for me and not be concerned whether I had followers or not. Yet once in a while I’ll catch myself deleting some my posts. An effect of self critizm . my apologies but my google keyboard is still acting up.
IF IT WILL ALLOW ME TO AT LEAST LEAVE YOU ALL WITHE ONE MORE heart felt Thank you.
(Crazy keyboard..every two letters it stops. Grrr!
So who of us doesn’t have a horror story to tell where Drugs & Alcohol was the villainous serial killers that took down someone we Love or knew?
When I was oh about 14 my neighbor who was 17 or 18 at the time and she and her friend’s talked her boyfriend into trying drugs for the first time… He was 24 and the drug was Cocaine. It was his first and last time. He died of a heart attack right in front of her. While she tried to revive him her friend’s took off. Great friends. She was never the same either. I can imagine the burden of his death weighed very heavy on her.
A friend of my mother’s from work had a son that lost his marbles and had to be put in a convalescent home for brain splattered drug fun gone horribly wrong. He was 18 when his drug trip went horribly wrong. I had a number of friend’s that died from drug overdoses. One was a paint sniffer. Legend has it that he went running through the main street of town like a loon and collapsed and that was it, his brain suffocated & burnt up from the paint and lacquer thinner… It ate up his brain. Narrowly Escaped
Fast forward a few years later my little brother had quite a run with drugs himself. We weren’t so sure he wasn’t going to make it. He had some pretty close calls. It took 20 years for him to say, That’s enough. And that came out of fear, fear of losing his mind. He once said he was afraid that if he ever used again his brain would split. My son went down that road. Two DUI’s before he officially had his license to drive and blood alcohol level high enough to have been dead several times. He knew he wasn’t going to make it if he kept going the way he was. He sobered up & got clean.
I had tried a few things as a teenager… and I quickly learned that shit wasn’t for me.
It Finally Hits Home
My nephew wasn’t so damn lucky. He’s alive but he’s not living. He can hardly think for himself and the less controlling medications in his system the less and less he can do. This is his brain…..
DRUGS WILL STEAL YOUR LIFE, YOUR MIND, YOUR FUTURE AND THE LIFE OF THOSE THAT LOVE YOU. THINK IT CAN’T HAPPEN TO YOU? SO DID ALL THOSE PEOPLE THAT DIED OR THOSE SITTING IN SOME HOSPITAL ROOM HAVING THE DROOL DRAIN THEIR FACE, WITH SHIT IN THEIR PANTS BECAUSE THEY, AND POSSIBLY YOU HAVENT GOT THE BRAIN MATTER TO TELL YOU TO GO TO THE BATHROOM.
Need More Reasons to say NO to DRUGS?
Ask all those Crackheads where their teeth are? Does anyone of them not have a story of losing their best friend or buddy to drugs and alcohol and yet there they sit loaded on drugs or alcohol…
I could give you statistics but that’s not what’s going to stop you. I don’t even know that this will. But I hope that you will remember that you read this blog and visit my other blog thatsjustdandilion.wordpress.com , where I have begun to write about the daily challenges of taking care of a 25 year old 3 year old. His brain is FRIED. Some days are good and promising others are troubling and heart wrenching. And yet there are Families out there too busy to even write their stories cause their kid or kids are in worse shape.
Just don’t become one of those stories, please. Only way not to is to stop if you started and Don’t start if you haven’t started.
On a trip to my local library to meet up with a friend, I had a seat to wait out her delay and I noticed this gentleman sitting about 5 feet caddy cornered from me, nicely dressed in a white dress shirt and navy blue dress slacks and faded worn loafers, attractive, 60ish), well groomed, polite enough to be plugged into earplugs being contently amused by whatever was playing on his laptop, pulling single wrapped candies from his shirt pocket. He would then stick it in mouth and tuck it in his cheek, occasionally rolling the candy behind his front teeth with a slight pucker, twisting the wrappings up with his fingertips and ever so craftedly discarded each wrapping as he opened yet another and another candy over the period of time he sat gladdening himself with whatever it was that was holding his attention on the 14 inch screen.
As I sat texting for the locale on a few people and yet intrigued in a growing annoyance sense, as the candy wrappings no longer pass for an oops. It is now an intentional pile to other library goers should they be paying any attention. Had he been a teenager I would have thought, Ah rebellion. Then I thought perhaps I was being too harsh and he will certainly pick them up before leaving. Here is the moment of truth, he is closing the computer, adjusting his position to stand and gathering his items. He stands up, turns towards my direction, takes notice of his little pile and walked behind me and was about to round the bookcase when I said, “Excuse me, but I believe the wrappers are yours, Sir”.
He then told me with a thick accent,” SHUT UP, YOU SHUT UP I AM THE SUPERVISOR, YOU DONT TELL ME, YOU SHUT UP, and began to walk off between the isles I answered back, “Sir, I don’t care who you are, its not right to leave your trash on the floor for others”. As surprised & annoyed as I was I spoke lovingly. The others just shook their heads at his litter and shrugged their shoulders .
It was a bit surprising to me that no one else said anything.
Maybe it’s not that big a deal to others that a man would one nonchalantly leave his trash littered in the house of Education. Maybe he needed a book on Manners & Etiquette. You can dress someone up but good sense isn’t in the fabric they wear or seemingly in their heads either.
Years back I dated a guy for a very short time. We differed so much in the area of common courtesy; I was embarrassed when we went to the movies and we got into a fight because he was going to leave his trash and I reached to pick it up. He said, “It’s the Ushers job to pick it up, not ours”.“No, your trash is always your responsibility”. He tried to argue that if people picked up their trash the movie staff wouldn’t have jobs”.“No, if they didn’t have to pick up your trash, they could use that time to vacuum, clean the carpets, wipe the stickies off of the armreasts, clean & stock the bathrooms. There are always things to do, they could do some of those other things more accurately if people didn’t leave their trash behind”.
It’s simple, Pick up after yourself. It is not someone else’s job or place to do so.
The other thing that surprised me was that no one had an issue with a man raising his voice at a woman. Hello, is there any civility left? When did it become acceptable to raise your voice or yell at a someone in response to a gentle reminder to do what is right?
I don’t think he was the supervisor but let me tell you, if he is, He won’t be.