"When a poor person dies of hunger, it has not happened because God did not take care of him or her. It has happened because neither you nor I wanted to give that person what he or she needed"
- Mother Teresa
I don't take drugs and hardly ever drink alcohol but I have seen the destruction that addictions have on people. I live with them and their stories. If you talk to them they want to quit. Many of them have had stints in rehab. Many of them come from loving and supportive families. But it takes a lot of guts and love and determination to quit. But that's not the hard bit. Staying off them is the hard bit. It is basically a medical condition. Their body craves the drug. The addict will count the number of days till their next pension. It gets so bad that they will be broke two days after hitting up. Those addicts are addicts for a reason. Something has happened to make them that way. They are human beings, just like you and me. They have stories. They can make me cry. And I do, particularly when they become friends..... and then overdose. It hurts. Bad.
Yep, you want a bit of variation on street culture. Come spend a year with me. I'll show you pain and suffering. I'll show you self-pity. I'll show you anger causing violence. I'll show you grief and despair. I'll show you devastation, remorse, anxiety, panic attacks. I'll show you the lonely. And the loneliness. And the NEGATIVITY. I'll show you LOSS. I'll show you death. And suicide.
You see, that's the place I call HOME....
And you know what dot? It's my gift from God. He wanted to show me. To become one with all of these people. Because THEY are YOU and ME. And because he gave me skills to show me how to tell all the others. Believe me.
I'm going to..........