This life of mine, like others', is full of ebbs and flows.
Ebbs
First couple of months of 2013 were full of celebrations;
impending nuptials and all things that go with that,
welcoming a new grandson (and all the drama that went with that),
and now, I turn yet another page in my life book...
another chapter...
Last Wednesday evening, after saying to us he was
heading out to a friend's house, he never returned home.
I awoke at 2:30am and noticed his bedroom door open,
no Andrew.
I awoke at 6am and noticed his bedroom door still open,
no Andrew.
I left the front door unlocked so he could get in.
Quickly realized I didn't need to leave it opened for his
return home, as he didn't return home that evening at all.
About 9:30am I received a call at work from hubby.
He was yelling at me, rather he was yelling into the phone,
"Where do you think he is?"
I, of course, calmly said, "Jail."
Do you have any idea how tired I am of being right????? I was right.
Oh, it gets better....
he wanted dad-eee-ooo to put up bail to which dad-eee-ooo
replied with a resounding.... "F.... U...!"
What was relayed to me was dear son was caught trying to
buy drugs from an undercover cop at the trolley stop.
Dear hubby has finally had enough. He said no to all requests.
I must admit, I am happy that hubby has finally come to his senses
and is fed up.
Oh, it gets better....
Got a call this Wednesday from my oldest daughter.
One of her friends texted her a link to the local paper.
Right there on page four, under a headline about the
Drug Task Force Sting Operation catching three in their
township-wide sting... is a wonderful mug shot of dear son!
I quickly say to daughter, sorry, have to call nana. Her bestie
reads that rag cover to cover every morning. I have to warn her.
As I call nana, I pull up the article online and see dear son's
mug shot and read the article.
I am sick to my stomach.... seems some facts are untrue while
others tell a wee bit more details of the sting.
Sonny boy was not trying to buy drugs, instead he tried to sell drugs.
It gets better...
of a schedule II narcotic no less.... with the intent to distribute.
I know, you won't believe it could get any better, but it does...
in PA, there's a The Controlled Substance, Drug, Device and Cosmetic Act
and if caught within 1000 feet of a school, if convicted, there's a mandatory
2 year sentence.
His luck, I think the trolley stop is just within 1000 feet of the local
grade school....
It's sad, so sad... it's a sad, sad situation... and it's getting more and more absurd.
http://youtu.be/SY0z-BKhefY
I HATE HEROIN... not the addict, the drug.
This drug has caused the lives
of so many innocent people and addicts a living hell.
To my faithful readers, all one or two of you, I cannot stress enough the
importance of educating your children to stay away from drugs,
but more specifically HEROIN. The very first time someone says Yes
and experiments with it, they immediately become an addict. This drug is a killer.
Killer of addicts, killer of loved ones of addicts, killer of countless happy lives.
Never, ever try this drug or you will be signing your life away.
Flows
My youngest, in his struggle with herion addiction,
has continued down that downward spiral that so many
heroin drug addicts walk...
I have this pit in my stomach as I realize, he will be
one of the 97%. They are the ones who never conquer
this addiction and succumb to it.
In order to gain any peace, they overdose or commit
suicide to get away from this heinous killer.
I can see my son's life going down that spiral...
and I am not one bit happy about it, not one bit.
Please pray for him and us.
