Your virtual assistant services firmly believe that God puts people in our lives for a reason, a season or a lifetime. I met a truly remarkable woman on one of my writing forums who has turned a tragedy in her life into her life’s mission. She lost her son to addiction and now is spreading the word about this horrible disease.
Sherry McGinnis has an eloquent way of writing and conveying her powerful message. I hope you enjoy and learn from the knowledge she has obtained from this tragedy and go out and inform others of what is happening to our kids in today’s world. If we can keep one child from ever experimenting with their first drug…then Sherry’s mission is well on the way!
I’ve decided to add this topic to my blog, along with my passion to help single mothers and abused women, because it is also something that has impacted my life as well. My brother’s experience with drugs nearly destroyed our family and my hope is to also join Sherry in spreading the word about this disease.
Please welcome Sherry McGinnis, you will enjoy her message!
Into each life some rain must fall But too much is falling in mine Into each heart some tears must fall But some day the sun will shine Some folks can lose the blues in their hearts But when I think of you another shower starts
If you’re a Baby Boomer or even a bit older as I am, you may recognize those lyrics from a song by Ella Fitzgerald and The Ink Spots.
Although written as a torch song of sorts, the words can apply to any of us, for any loss that we’ve experienced. For me, the song speaks to my personal loss of my son.
On December 2, 2002, at 1:15 in the morning, we received THE PHONE CALL. That phone call that every parent dreads; the call that tells you that your life as you know it is now over. You will never be the same. There is now a huge black hole in your heart surrounded by enough muscle and tissue to keep you breathing and functioning to a certain degree but that’s about it.
You go through the motions. Everything you do now is done on autopilot; getting out of bed, dressing, perhaps taking care of other family members, eventually returning to work. You have no desire to do any of these things. You just want to stay in bed, in the fetal position, lights out, with no contact with the outside world, the so-called normal world.
Your world is no longer normal, why should anyone else’s be? Why should we have to interact with them? Why should we have to look at their smiling, happy faces – smiles that once adorned our own faces – now replaced by such a sad countenance that nobody wants to look at us?
Who can blame them? Nobody wants to be around sadness and despair. After all, if we get too close, the same thing may happen to us. We may become the person who nobody wants to be near. Yes, we may be the one who lost a child. That thought is so unbearable, so incomprehensible that we try to avoid all contact with anyone who has suffered this most egregious of happenstances.
Our children die from a variety of causes; illness, accidents, suicide, and homicide. When you get right down to it, it doesn’t matter that much how our child died, although some situations do seem sadder, but the bottom line is the same – our child is dead. They are gone from our lives. All we have are our memories. As Cicero said – The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.
One particular illness, a rampant disease actually, a proven brain disease, that is killing our children by the thousands each year is Addiction; drugs and alcohol. In some places death from drugs supersedes death by vehicular accidents, a major killer of kids.
Heroin and cocaine deaths have now been supplanted by deaths from prescription pills. Yes, the meds we keep in our medicine cabinet for legitimate purposes are being stolen by our kids who use them not for medicinal purposes but to get high.
I could go on and on about the dangers of prescription pills and also the dangers of street drugs but space does not permit.
My son was a paramedic and an RN who had the world by the tail. One mistake that he made, doing a line of cocaine given to him by a friend on his 17th birthday, followed him for the next 14 years until death put him out of his misery. Sadly, ours endures.
I urge everyone who reads this to understand that there is no guarantee of the perfect family, the perfect child who would never do drugs. Good kids do drugs too. The “not my child’ families may find themselves in for a rude awakening one day when they discover their beloved child is indeed doing drugs.
I can’t tell you how to spare your child from my son’s fate. After all I couldn’t save my own son. But my advice to you is to learn all you can about drugs and addiction because you never know when this scourge may affect you and yours.
I miss my son with every beat of my heart. As Rose Kennedy said when JFK was killed, it’s unnatural. No parent should outlive their child.
I would love everyone to visit my website – www.theaddictionmonster.com. I’ve written 3 books on drugs and addiction. My children’s book – The Addiction Monster and the Square Cat is consistently on Amazon.com’s Best Sellers List in Substance Abuse. If you have young children, ages 10 and up, I hope you will consider reading this and sharing it with your child.
Remember – Doing drugs is easy – Quitting drugs is hard.
Thank you Sherry for a heart-felt story, we appreciate your candor and sharing a little of your personal journey with us.
Can you relate to this story? Do you know someone that has experienced the horrible tragedy that Sherry has gone through? Are your children experimenting with drugs? Is there someone in your family that may be crying out for help?
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