I stood before the shed where they found my friend, Danny.
We used to hang out every day, daydreaming about how we were going to change the world. He wanted to be a lawyer for the poor and disadvantaged while I dreamed of being a social worker.
Danny was more than a friend to me. He was the older brother I wish I had. I am the youngest of three girls. My sisters didn’t have much time for me. They were too busy with their friends and social engagements but, I didn’t mind because I had Danny.
He and I were thick as thieves. We were inseparable. That’s why his sudden change in behavior was a shock for me. The sweet, easygoing guy I loved so dearly had become a stranger to me. He had mood swings, was hyperactive and seemed to have trouble concentrating or staying on topic. He became withdrawn and spent most of his time in this shed. I learned later, that he was taking Crystal Meth. It claimed his life and his dreams.
This morning, I wanted to stop by on my way to the Centre where I run a Crystal Meth Addiction Treatment Program.
This story was inspired by a program I watched last night on CNN about a mothers addicted to Crystal Meth. The story that really touched me was that of a young man whose mother was taking it. On the wall of their home hung framed photos of him as a boy and as a promising football player. All those dreams of a bright future were dashed when he became addicted to Meth and if convicted of selling it, he faces life imprisonment. What a waste of a young life.
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Source: Serenity Acres
2 thoughts on “Danny”
Drug addiction is a curse. Hope Danny gets his treatment.
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Yes it is. Unfortunately, Danny died before he could get any treatment. His friend started the treatment program to help/save others like him.