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Hello Andy, I Love
you!
Hello Mom, I love you too!
I want to help you with the poster story. I hope what I can add will help.
So
here I am hanging on your wall. I always wanted to be famous, but this isn’t
what I had in mind. So how did I get where I am today? Well, I guess you can
say I made a lot of bad decisions. Decisions I can ultimately only blame on
myself. Gee, I had parents who love me, and tried their best to give me what
I needed. We weren’t rich, but I had a nice life. There was little league,
wrestling, and we would even go white water rafting. Every year my folks
would take my sister and me out of school for a day to go to Cedar Point or
Six Flags. It was great since there were no lines. It was my sister and my
birthday gift. We had birthdays a day apart. I never minded sharing birthday
parties or cake or really anything with her. That’s one thing there has
never been a question of, my love for her and hers for me. She’s a beautiful
kid, well young lady now.
So
what’s the story then? Well you see the poster here; I did at
13, not one of my best works, but for 13 not bad either. Then I was more
grounded I guess. Drugs were the enemy, and there was no way I thought I’d
ever get messed up with them. "Open your eyes and see the man behind the
man" boy did I mess up on that one. I’d used another term, but my mom
said keep it clean. So how did I end up on this path? Was it friends? Yeah,
some, but I should have known better. Adventure and thrills? Yeah, but
looking back I could have found a better high backpacking out west. That
would have left me with beautiful memories. Instead my memories are of
shame, depression and hopelessness. Don’t take this path. The
world has so much to offer you. Take the effort it takes looking for that
next high and find life. Don’t wait like me to ask for help. There are
people out there just waiting to help you. Believe me I know one for sure,
my mom. Mom I love you.
She is trying to start a
web site where people can go to find out what to look
for if you think your friends or your kids are on drugs. She wants to take
it a step further by offering, town by town, where parents can go to have
their child tested; also a place where friends of these kids can go to leave
their friend’s name without them finding out. That’s when each community
will do follow ups to see that this person gets the help they need. I don’t
know about you, but I wouldn’t want to live with the guilt of doing nothing.
She’s hoping to change your thinking on this. It isn’t ratting on
someone; it’s a place for saving them.
My mom’s quite a fighter,
because the site also has a place to turn in
dealers, large and small. I hear her say "This is a war, and they are the
enemy. No more will these parasites suck the life out of our kids. There’s
more of us, and we can’t turn our backs and let evil win." She realizes
some of these dealers may be your friends, and how can you turn them in? She,
as I have come to realize it maybe the only way to help them. Some of my
friends got into small time dealing. Easy money, they thought, even with all
that they know about what happened to me. My mom has tried over and over
again to get them to see the light, and they are still dealing. I’m pretty
disappointed. I thought I might have meant more to them.
So what did happen to me?
Well, I’m ashamed to say I got in way over my head. I’m not sure when I
crossed that line of just getting high to having to be high. So many times I
wanted to ask my folks for help but didn’t. I went through all my savings.
Pawned anything I had of value and then some. I am so ashamed to say, but I even stole blank checks from my grandma. God,
how did I let this happen? On February 6, I was at the dealer’s house and he
was out of what I needed. I had stuff stashed at my grandma’s, but I just
wrecked her car the night before when I went to this same dealer's house for
dope, and I was ashamed to face her. I knew she would forgive me for
anything because she loved me so much, but I just didn’t want to lie again.
God, I hate the liar I became. Sorry, Mumzie, I love you!
The dealer was all out of what I needed, and I was stuck there
without a car. So I bought what he had and tried to make the best of it. I
died. There is no cushiony way to say it. I overdosed and died at 19. There
was so much I wanted to do with my life. I feel I am ultimately responsible
for my death, but my mom has since found out that this man knew I had over
dosed, and thought he could make a few extra bucks off of me, so for 5 hours
he watched me dying. What a jerk! He did take the time to cash my check. Got
to have it, got have it all. After I died he called the cops and
told them I stole his stuff, and took 50 of his pills and committed suicide.
I didn’t have any of his pills in me because he had sold them all. I knew
this guy was a jerk, but I didn’t know he was such a heartless jerk.
$3000.00 more that month he was hoping to make off my death. That’s what I
was worth to him.
Mom, Dad,
Bec know that
I love you, and I’m around you. Becky you’re beautiful,
and I am so sorry for the pain I caused all of you.
With Love,
Andy
PS. I promised my mom to come to her today to tell my story
to you. Please, please ask for help if you need it. Sometimes
depending on their age, friends may not know what to do. Here’s the web site www.WithLoveAndy.com.
Get help, or help you friends by letting people who have been there, done
that get them help. God bless you.
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