Reed Prior was serving                                                  a life sentence for possession                                                  of methamphetamine with intent                                                  to distribute. Reed Prior received a commuted sentence from President George W. Bush on December 23, 2008, this month he was released. Sounds ominous doesn't it. For Reed Prior's life I hope not.
I was very moved reading "An Open Letter to Young People".{Please read the full story @ Cityview} I never used hard drugs. Oh sure, I tried Black Beauties in high school. They only made me very ill and my scalp feel like it was trying to crawl off my head. I tried weed, that just made me giggly, paranoid and crave a case of Hostess Ding Dongs. No, my drug of choice was alcohol, but what it did to me sounds much like how it affected Reed Prior. I still exhibit some of the tendencies to remove myself from the world and those around me. I pushed my family away, lost what few friends I had and left perfectly wonderful men who loved me before they had a chance to break my heart by leaving me.
"Living the life of a drug addict                                                  is an act of ultimate selfishness                                                  and of cowardice. Caring only                                                  for yourself and your drugs, you                                                  push away family, friends and                                                  the love of women, women whom                                                  you do really love. From a larger                                                  perspective, you alienate yourself                                                  from the society of which you                                                  are a part, to which you should                                                  naturally belong. You deny and                                                  evade your obligation and responsibility                                                  to others, to your community and                                                  to the world.
                                                But, finally, you are alienated                                                  from yourself. You betray who                                                  and what you are as a person.                                                  You throw away the chance you                                                  have been given to do good, to                                                  help others, to be positive, to                                                  make things better in a way unique                                                  to you and your talents. Instead                                                  you cause sadness and pain. Instead                                                  of using your energy and your                                                  gifts, you hide them away. Instead                                                  of adding to the light, you help                                                  the darkness. You have not really                                                  mattered, although you could have." 
Luckily, seven years ago, the law stepped in. Busted for my second DUI. Sentence, one week in jail or one week in-patient treatment and something like three months of out-patient treatment. I didn't chose jail. I am very glad I didn't, if I had I wouldn't have ever gotten sober and met Mark, a person that understands me more than I understand myself at times, but I am finding myself again one day at a time. I have a lot of years to catch up on since they say that mentally you stay the same age as when you started becoming an addict.  I just hope I don't lose the feeling of being young. I feel like at my age there is a fine line between having maturity and being old. I may not have kids around to echo the sentiments I told my parents, but I do have twenty somethings telling me I wouldn't understand since I am not their age anymore. Guess what? Music changes, fashion changes, technology changes, but the feelings and problems, they never change. Just don't try to drive them away in alcohol or drugs. The feelings and problems are there for a reason. They are a part of what shapes you into being you in how you deal with or overcome them.
Another in my family struggled with addiction. In a weird, thankful sort of way I am glad that if it had to be, they did it young, found the help and the strength to over come it and moved on to enjoy the life stretched out in front of them. I have so much I want to say to them, but nothing comes. The words just dry up on my tongue or from my fingers. Unlike my tears. Gah, I am out of tissue from my crying jag last month.
Please read "An Open Letter to Young People"  Pass it on to your children, your nieces and nephews. They will either chuck it on the trash or learn a little something from it. At least parts of it will stay with them to echo in their minds if they stray off the path and maybe it will save their lives.
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HEMA Stores
"HEMA is a Dutch department store which first opened in 1926 in Amsterdam.  It now has 150 stores all over the Netherlands.                     
Take a look at HEMA’s product page. You can’t order anything, and it’s in Dutch, but just wait a couple moments and watch what happens. Don’t’ click on any of the products pictured, just wait and see what happens….and be sure to have your sound turned up.
This company has a sense of humor and a great computer programmer."
via Curbly
Just frikken awesome! It rawks.
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