Im dating a recovering addict
I was the PTO mom, the carpool mom, the Brownie leader.
We ate family dinners at the table, taught our children manners and took family vacations.
My husband and I were blessed to have very good jobs.
My daughter, Brittany, the beautiful girl in the photo, was the honor roll student, the volunteer at the city parks and recreation department and loved playing sports.
The stereotypical hippie from the 60’s and 70’s that grew up in a bad home. We lived in the suburbs where “that just didn’t happen around here”.
I envisioned them sitting in an ally, or a gangster or a criminal. What I saw was what was pictured in the movies, or on TV.GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF THE SAND If you feel like “it would never happen to you or anyone in your circle”, take a look around. ITS TIME TO SHOW SOME COMPASSION Recently, as I was walking to my car, I noticed a homeless man hunched over.Instead of walking by him, I stopped and asked him if I could sit down next to him. Turns out he was a marine, who was injured, became addicted to Vicodin and didn’t know how to stop, but wanted to so bad.He ended up turning to heroin, just to feel normal again. I gave him my card and said to call me if he was ever ready for help. He is currently at a 6-month treatment facility, fighting for recovery and has renewed hope in life. These are not “junkies in the corner” …these are our friends, our neighbors, your grandfather, men who fought for our country.
THESE ARE OUR CHILDREN Please, don’t’ make assumptions on people.
Swore, he would NEVER do heroin…that’s what junkies do.