Yesterday as I was listening to the radio they announced that singer Whitney Houston had died. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know how. Sitting here, I know her death will be drug related. Please know that when I use the words “drug” or “substance” that I am including alcohol. After all….alcohol is a drug.
Last week, I watched a 10 year old, homeless, heroin addict’s casket be lowered into the ground. All senseless and sad. How much more is America and the world for that matter going to be okay with this insanity? People have died, people are dying. Mothers and fathers don’t sleep because their child is out there somewhere, doing whatever it takes to get what they need to feel nothing again. Partners are calling friends and family in search of their partner, who is out there somewhere, doing everything they can do to get what they need because they are so stressed out that being high is the only way they can cope with things.
Men and women are spending every cent they can get their hands on, feeding slot machines, lottery tickets, or card games in hope of hitting it big. Sometimes they do hit it big, but they can’t walk away and before you know it, they are broke. There is no food in their homes, the bills haven’t been paid, their children need to see the doctor, but the money is now in the pockets of some greedy idiot who could care less.
How many more lives, families, cities have to die before someone steps up and says NO MORE? One life lost, one family broken up is enough for me.
Even cigarettes. We all know that they are highly addictive. The surgeon general of the U.S. puts nice warnings on the sides of each pack. So they know already that is something that will destroy your health and eventually will have something to do with your death. But, like alcohol…you can get your hands on them.
I am allowing myself a little time to be sad, to be angry, to be tired of it. But, I am scrambling through my brain to come up with something that will end all the craziness. Why is it that a 10 year old or myself know where to find the dealers and the powers that be don’t? See, I consider drug dealers to be serial killers. They are right up there with pedophiles, rapists, and physical/emotional abusers. I am not sorry to say that if I had my way, I would find them all leave them at Alcatraz, and I would fill the surrounding waters with Piranha’s…and once a week I would have a helicopter drop food there. No bars, no guards, no visitors, no anything.
Why, why, why? It just keeps getting worse and I know there are good folks doing what they can to help those of us who are addicted to get and stay well. The odds however and not in their favor. Let’s say someone has an addiction and do need what can be found in rehab centers. Well, once you find a good rehab, it’s all about the insurance and money it takes to be there. Most people have the wrong insurance or no insurance or no money. That too is insanity. If the government allows this stuff….the drugs, the gambling, the cigarettes to exist, then shouldn’t they be responsible for the aftermath that follows? Shouldn’t it cost nothing to get well again?
Did you know, that currently 9 million Americans struggle with prescription medicine addiction? Doctors just hand it out like candy. 50% of all car accidents are alcohol related. Overall, about one third of the population has a drug addiction problem of one kind or another, whether legal or illegal. And, we allow it…maybe not because we don’t care, but because our hands are tied.
I think, if every American, could start turning in the names of any dealers they have heard of, the police would have to start making arrests. If you are not alcoholic….stop buying alcohol. Drink tea instead. Write the judges, write the senators, the congressmen, the governors, your city mayor and council people. Don’t stop writing them. Enough is enough.
Or maybe,we can just sit back and ignore it. I mean if it hasn’t affected you why care? I know something you don’t. Eventually, it affects everyone.
Take a stand and do something.
Sarah© 2012
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