Mr. Davis:
We’re somewhat aware of your story, and we must admit we like the “in recovery” side of it far more than your heroin-dealing and addicted days. We understand you got deep into both, and even suffered unattended withdrawal processes in jail not once but twice.
We recall, too, that June day back in 2015 when you were arrested during the “Big Bust of the Day,” and we’ve learned about your duties as a “drug mule,” too. And we’ve come to understand you were held hostage by the addiction that forced you into a criminal frame of mind and even your own father believed you would be a dead man someday very soon.
But here you are, alive. And with a life to boot. Good job, beautiful girlfriend, forgiving family, and you’ve successfully been handling your dragon-fueled demons for eight years now. You’ve said you’ve realized the battle for a heroin-free existence can never be won because the quest never ends, and now you believe you’re ready to help others by explaining your tortures and showing your scars and revealing the God-sent salvation you tightly embrace with all of your might every single damn day.
That’s the reality. That’s the pain. That’s the cost of escaping terminal addiction. And if you’re willing to truthfully discern and describe the dirty details so others have a chance to sway away from a life filled with definite deceit and impending overdose death, we will spread the word about your wisdom, Mr. Davis, and we will pray the tale you’ll tell inspires redemption.
And that’s because – tragically – the people of the public have grown numb to this deadly epidemic, and that, sir, is more fatal than the drugs themselves.
Sincerely,
The Tearful & Terrified
