Monday, January 30, 2012

Master and Slave

Yesterday -that would be Sunday -we managed to get up (rise and sort of shine), get ready and made it out in time for church. Some Sundays, that's an impossible feat just for me to wake up in time to even think about getting ready to leave the house, ya know.

Since the kids both attend Sunday School immediately after services, we now also take two vehicle to transport four people to church. Why? Well, because Mandy stays after the service to help with the kids and be there when the Sunday School ends to bring them home. Meanwhile, I run to the local grocery store for the Sunday paper (Pittsburgh Post Gazette) and pick up other things too from time to time for our Sunday dinner or for Sunday brunch coffee and whatever trips my tastebuds trigger on that particular occasion.

Yesterday, it was doughnuts -cream filled for the most part with a couple other types -to have with my after-church coffee and while I read over the paper and messed around a bit with the crossword puzzles then too.

But yesterday morning, as Maya and I walked up the sidewalk to go into church, I realized what a beautiful morning it was. Sunny, bright and actually didn't even feel like January cold at all.

What a change the day had in store for us though!

When I left church, there seemed to be a very icy touch to the wind blowing things around -an iciness I sure hadn't felt a little over an hour earlier when I entered the building.

Just amazing how quickly temperatures can and do drop, how much colder it feels when just a bit of a breeze stirs up around a body too, isn't it?

And how our lives often parallel the weather at times.

Things sometimes do change in a heartbeat while others change, but more gradually, gracefully perhaps.

If someone had told me 9-10 years ago that someone in our lives was not going to be at all the same person today that he was then, I would have said that would be the most improbable thing ever.

But, sadly, I now know how that does happen. The winds of change to our lives, within our family came unannounced initially, then slowly at first, we noticed a few minor changes but three years ago now, things began to evolve even more and now, I would hope they've peaked out and that the individual involved in this mess has now perhaps reached bottom.

What caused all this upheaval, the "winds of change?"

That would be this.

DRUGS: I destroy homes, tear families apart, take your children, and that's just the start. I'm more costly than diamonds, more costly than gold, the sorrow I bring is a sight to behold, and if u need me, remember I'm easily found. I live all around you, in schools and in town. I live with the rich, I live with the poor, I live down the street, and maybe next door. My power is awesome; try'll see, but if you do, you may never break free. Just try me once and I might let you go, but try me twice, and I'll own your soul. When I possess you, you'll steal and you'll lie. You'll do what you have to just to get high. The crimes you'll commit, for my narcotic charms will be worth the pleasure you'll feel in your arms. You'll lie to your mother; you'll steal from your dad. When you see their tears, you should feel sad. But you'll forget your morals and how you were raised, I'll be your conscience, I'll teach you my ways. I take kids from parents, and parents from kids, I turn people from god, and separate from friends. I'll take everything from you, your looks and your pride, I'll be with you always, right by your side. You'll give up everything your family, your home, your friends, your money, then you'll be alone. I'll take and take, till you have nothing more to give. When I'm finished with you you'll be lucky to live. If you try me be warned this is no game. If given the chance, I'll drive you insane. I'll ravish your body; I'll control your mind. I'll own you completely; your soul will be mine. The nightmares I'll give you while lying in bed, the voices you'll hear from inside your head, the sweats, the shakes, the visions you'll see; I want you to know, these are all gifts from me, But then it's too late, and you'll know in your heart, that you are mine, and we shall not part. You'll regret that you tried me, they always do, but you came to me, not I to you. You knew this would happen. Many times you were told, but you challenged my power, and chose to be bold. You could have said no, and just walked away, If you could live that day over, now what would you say? I'll be your master; you will be my slave, I'll even go with you, when you go to your grave. Now that you have met me , what will you do? Will you try me or not? Its all up to you. I can bring you more misery than words can ever tell. Come take my hand, let me lead you to hell... Repost this and you might save a life... or at least make someone think
 If someone had told me back then that this would happen to this person in my family, I never would have believed it then, even though I've been aware for longer than that of how terrible any addiction can be to cope with.  
 But seeing is believing -unfortunately. 

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