I watched her walk across the street and felt a knife slice through me. This could be me…or my sister…or my friend…or my niece.
The drugs had killed her. I saw the lifeless eyes. The ravaged body. The unfocused mind. The shaking nerves.
I want to find the biggest billboards and post them with graphic images of her.
DON’T do DRUGS!
I want to post them everywhere. All over the city. All over the countryside.
No matter how bad it gets, sweetie, ple-e-ease DON’T do DRUGS!
Yes, that could have been me. “Try it…try it,” they urged me. As though they were my friends.
They were not my friends. Anyone who offers you drugs is your enemy number one. That is the first sure sign that they don’t give a sh*t about you.
Drugs won’t fix anything. But there are a few things drugs will do, and you can count on that. Think about it. Take a look down drug alley.
Life is tough. Life is really hard. It’s what it is.
The trick is to learn to push through. Everybody has to do it.
Get up. Get up again. Life will knock you down. Do not to resort to the type of “help” that cripples you in the long term. Because you could still be here for a long time and suffering much more than you can imagine if you start on that path.
Once you start on drugs, you shut the door to help. Because drugs are a dead end. Even your own mother can’t help you.
No reason whatsoever is good enough to do drugs.
Doing drugs is saying yes to a ball and chain. Drugs create a prison of perpetual torment that you can’t get out of. It may be ecstasy for a moment, but there will be hell to pay.
You are smarter than that, girl.
Don’t let drugs to ruin your beauty, your brain, your talent, your smile, your laugher, your love, your gift to the world.
I beg you,
DON’T do DRUGS.