but I'm not sure yet. We'll see how it goes.
I'm not sure why people have a fascination about death. Have you ever noticed that if someone dies, you will surely hear about it, but if someone does something miraculous and amazing that it would be easy for you to go through life without hearing about it? I'm driving to Saginaw with my Dad and out of normal conversation he feels the need to tell me that a single mom who they knew through football, with two kids, was found dead in her car at a "casino" in Detroit. My immediate thoughts as follows: 1) Why are you telling me this? 2) Are you sure she was at a Casino? 3) She overdosed.
My Dad proceeded to tell me that they said she died of natural causes and was found a couple days after she had died. I was still not believing it, but didn't press the issue because I didn't even know her. Welcome to today, Tuesday April 21, 2009. I'm with my mom and she goes, "Oh did you hear about the lady from the chargers?" Yes Mom, I did (1. Why are you telling me this?). "Well it turns out she was a crack addict." Surprise, surprise. I looked at her and said, yes I knew she overdosed, i just knew. And immediately was ticked beyond belief because she left her two kids orphaned. How could you do that? It makes me sick. Absolutely sick. My soul is stirred beyond belief whenever I hear of stories like this. It makes me want to do something, but I don't know what. I hate drugs. I despise the Devil for using this as a tactic to get to people. I hate how people's lives and families are ruined over it and I hate that people don't have enough guts to, "Just say no."
You may now think that I am a horrible person for saying all this because these people are addicted and can't get out of it. They are trapped. They need help. But, I've lived it first hand. It wasn't fun having my mom tell me that my brother was on the way to the hospital because he overdosed. Yeah i knew he smoked but really, can you overdose on pot? To my shocked horror, his girlfriend found him comatose on the floor of our basement blue and rigid from an overdose of heroin. ( The people laced the heroin with a pain killer that only cancer patients recieve... like 10 times stronger than morphine. The people wanted my brother to take it there and had he done that, he would have been dead. No ifs and's or but's about it. Dead. Hundreds of people died from this. Found slumped over in their cars. Sick, Sick drug dealers/people) Oh, and then my little brother came home to that too and saw him. The paramedics got there with seconds to spare I'm sure and saved his life, but who knows where he is now. It's not fun. It ruins a lot of things and I hate it. I hate that people like talking about it. It makes me sick. It makes me want to cry and save everyone who is affected by it.
People shouldn't be able to hear a story about how a lady died at a "casino" and know it their gut that they overdosed. People shouldn't be able to hear about someone being prescribed oxycotton for something and know that soon they will be hooked on heroin because it's cheaper and does a better job. People shouldn't be able to recognize a person doped out on drugs just by looking at their eyes. Our world should not be so tuned in to the negative of this world. We shouldn't have to know things like this, but it's sad that we do. The wrath of God is easily visible through the drug world. The wrath meaning we are turned over to the sin that we already enjoy.
God is still bigger than all of this, and through all of this, I know amazing stories can be produced and I can only hope for the such. I can only pray that those two kids can grow up to forgive their mom and make their lives better than that. That through it all they can see the love of God that so easily envelopes and long as we let it. God is good. And through it all He will remain Sovereign. Always. God will always pull people out of the slavery of drugs, but their will always be people going into it. I'm not sure we can stop it.
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