The Drug Menace!

I met a relative of mine a few days back and I must say I'm pretty proud of him. He's now working and doing pretty okay for himself. What's the big deal about that you might ask. Well, up to about 3 years ago, this relative of mine was a drug user and totally heading for the very pits of hell. He is a whole ten years younger than me and he was about 15 years old when he first delved and got himself deeply entangled in the world of drugs. It was really a sad day when we all discovered that he was involved with drugs.

When I was ten years old this guy just came into the world as a tiny little adorable baby. He stayed with us under the same roof while he was growing up. He was a nice but pampered little fellow (just like me ... LOL!), was pretty brilliant with his studies (unlike me). He used to get all A's in his exams. Eventually though, he and his family moved away a couple of years later when he was in primary school to stay on their own in another town, not really too far away from us. That's when the trouble started!

He started getting lax in his studies, mixed around with undesirables and started being very disrespectful to his parents. They had a hard time keeping him in checked, his grades started slipping real bad and he even began skipping school. When he was in secondary school, his parents decided to send him to study with an aunt of mine to keep him away from the bad hats he's been hanging around with. We all thought that would put a stop to his bad habits but that was far from the truth.

He got around to mixing with an even worse bunch of crowd here and that's where he got involved in drugs and almost ruined his entire life. As a family, we all rallied trying to get him out of it, but with mixed results. He was hauled up by the Police a few times and every time the family somehow managed to keep him from going to prison and even sent him to a drug rehabilitation centre which he eventually ran away from. We all got fed up with him and when he was caught once again by the Police, this time no one made any effort to help him. Prison was way much better for him, at least this time he couldn't run away and maybe when he eventually come out, he would be a better person. We didn't hold our breaths though.

To cut a really long story short, he did come out, and he did kick his habit, got married, even had a kid and now has a decent job. We're all pretty happy for him, though we weren't really sure he could pull it off. I'm hoping he will stay that way. And if you ever do get around to reading this blog dude, let me say that I'm proud of you.

Drugs just don't cut it folks. I've seen first hand how it can ruin your life. The pain and heartache it can cause the parents, the people around you, the people who love you. I've heard too many excuses from people dabbling in drugs ...

'too stressed out, just wanna try it, got too many problems, need an escape, etc, etc, etc ...'

But there is always another way out of these problems. What do you really get out of drugs? A couple of hours of ecstasy? Then what? Live in a world of illusion? I don't think so! I know I'm gonna be keeping a real close eye on the kind of company my kids mix around with. Not in a million years am I ever going to let them ruin their lives because of drugs. As cheesy as this may sound but ...

'Say NO to drugs!!!'
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