Drugs and Kids

It's terrible that kids don't appear to have guidance, like respect for yourself and everyone around you. I don't know where it's coming from; I don't know where it starts or begins. I have two cousins that took drugs that brought their lives to an end. They were such good hearted kids, they were always trying to help me. They helped me get out into the woods because we loved nature. It was tough because I'm in a wheelchair, they would cut down little trees and move logs, then I would drive my wheelchair out there. We could go into the woods because we lived close. I think this was about 11 years ago.

They started getting angry; I don't know what they were angry at. Then they started getting in trouble with the police; that's when I started separating myself from them. I didn't want to shut them out because I felt like they needed someone to talk to. I wondered what was the meaning of the drugs.

If I knew then, what I know now, I would say something, not only to them, but to their parents. I guess that's what I'm trying to say. If you know someone who is doing drugs, talk to them.

I wonder if they really saw me when they visited me. They'd say I was an inspiration, but when they left my house, they were self destructing. I wonder if they were just telling me stuff to convince everyone around them including themselves that they weren't doing drugs.