It's so sad when I hear of yet another one of m old friends who is in serious need of drug rehabilitation. This morning I ran into a friend of hubby's family. We used to spend a lot of time at her house just hanging out on the weekend, my hubby got her hubby a job awhile back, and I would babysit her kids on occasion. A few months ago her family sort of dropped off the face of the Earth, and I've been wondering about them. Her husband quit his job, and we haven't heard from them since. When I ran into her this morning I was so happy to see her, but as soon as she started filling me in on what happened my heart sank.
I know her husband used to have a very bad drug problem, but when his first child was born he opened his eye and got help. He stayed clean for 8 years, but about 3 months ago he ran into one of his old college buddies and started using again. My friend took the kids and moved to her mom's house downstate when she realized what was going on and her hubby refused to stop. They were trying to work their problems out, and about a month ago her hubby agreed to get help, but he didn't take it seriously.
I was horrified to hear about what happened. She's up here this week to take care of paperwork because her soon to be ex was in a serious accident. He was at his drug dealer's house, and another guy with a serious drug problem walked in with a crossbow threatening to kill the dealer if he didn't give him the drugs he needed. My friend's soon to be ex stepped between them, and the other guy shot him with the crossbow. He was hit in the neck, and is very lucky to be alive. It sliced his jugular, and he would have bled to death if he hadn't been two blocks from the hospital.
Now not only has he lost his wife and kids, his house, his truck, and everything else imaginable, but he almost lost his life. Why can't people see what drugs do to you? Seriously? Are they worth all this?
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