Traci’s friends called it snowball or blow. Her boyfriend called it nose candy. Traci didn’t worry about names. Her boyfriend had brought some to her house a few weeks ago so that she and her friends could try it. It was the greatest thing Traci had ever experienced, and she couldn’t wait to do it again. She and her friends had pooled together some money so that her boyfriend could buy more, and have another party over the weekend. Every time Traci thought about the party, every time she talked to her friends, she remembered the feeling the cocaine had given her. She wanted to feel that way again. It was as if there were a tiny voice in the back of her mind, whispering to her, nagging at her, reminding her of how much better she could be feeling. Guess what happens next?
Left alone in the Emergency Room.
Kevin was in the emergency room of the hospital. Two friends had dropped him off and then left him there. They were afraid-afraid of the strange way that Kevin was acting, and afraid that they would get into trouble. They had all been at a party, and some of the kids were using cocaine. Kevin had been one of them. The next they knew, he was hunched over in a corner, rubbing his arms constantly, and acting as if he were seeing things that weren’t there. He kept talking about flashing lights. He was sweating, and his skin was a strange red color. They took him to the hospital because they were afraid of what was wrong with him. They left him there, alone, because they were even more afraid of what would happen when the doctors found out exactly what was wrong with him. Now you know who your friends are…
Giving up your dreams.
For Bob, the best part of high school had been playing varsity football. He had been good, but then came a stupid injury his junior year, leaving him unable to play. It was during that year, when he was sidelined from football and worrying about whether or not he would make the team his senior year, that he first tried cocaine at a party. For the first time away from the football field, Bob felt powerful and confident. He felt the same thrill that he used to get on the brightly lit field Friday nights, when the announcer would call out his name over the loudspeaker and cheers would echo from the bleachers. It used to be playing football that made him feel good about himself. Now it was COCAINE… How sad just throwing all his dreams right down the drain…
Stealing from the one’s you love.
Mark needed extra money. His cocaine habit was getting expensive. At first, he had only used it occasionally with friends. They had snorted it. Then one of his friends had introduced him to smoking it, and quickly found it harder and harder to wait for the next time. He was doing it by himself now, and even though smoking it was less expensive, he was using more and more. He had used up the savings from his summer job. Now he was taking money from his parents and his sister. It wasn’t really stealing, he told himself. He would pay them back when he could. So he took a bit from his dad’s wallet, a bit from his mother’s purse, and a bit more from the allowance money his sister kept in an envelope in her dresser. It is always STEALING and DEVASTATION to YOUR FAMILY and all the one who love you. PLEASE GET HELP!!!