I grew up with dreams that most kids have, being a
professional basketball player. I use to sit with my dad and watch Michael
Jordan for hours and then go outside and pretend I was him hitting that game
winning shot. My mom would be preparing a beautiful meal and every night my
sister, brother, father, and mother would sit and eat together. It was your
typical family, as a kid we were expected to graduate high school, then attend
a good university, possibly graduate school, eventually get married and have
kids.
My older brother and sister both were successful in
that category but I got involved with something that no one in my family had
ever before, drugs.
My last couple of years in high school I started
excelling in basketball and though I knew I was not good enough for the pros I
was definitely good enough to have recruiters from colleges coming to watch me
play. I had my sights set on a school in South Carolina when I graduated but
that summer plagued me for any chance of lacing my shoes up in a game. I
stopped playing basketball and started using drugs. By the time I got to school
I had lost about 30 pounds and never touched the ball once for 3 months. I quit
the team and got kicked out of college in one semester. Everything that I had
worked for as a kid, the hours of practice and training, I had blown in a
matter of months.
I returned back home and decided to get a job in the
city as a bartender. I eventually got involved with selling ecstasy and cocaine
and was using on a daily basis. After a few years of trying to quit and having
my parents spend money on lawyers and counseling they gave up and told me not
to come home anymore, I was not welcome. My sister added that I was not to come
over and play with her kids, because she did not want her kids idolizing a drug
addict. I would try to quit but nothing ever worked, I felt like it was
hopeless. I stopped talking to my family and my nieces and nephews, in their
eyes I was no longer part of the family.
I use to sit and think how I missed my family and how
I missed my life when I was a kid, spending holidays with my family and how I
wanted that back. One morning I woke up and my mother was in my living room and
asked me if I was ready to get better. I thought it was more counseling, or
more meetings. To my surprise it was the greatest thing that has ever happened
in my life. It was called Narconon®.
Today is June 1, 2003 and two years ago to this day I
was on a cocaine binge that lasted three days and I spent about $1,000 dollars,
where I did not sleep, eat, all I did was cocaine. Now every morning I wake up
and know that I have my family back because of Narconon. The most important
thing is that when I go home now, my nieces and nephews still look up to me,
but now they are proud that I am their uncle and my parents are proud that I am
their son. Besides my family, Narconon is the reason I have my life back. Thank
You.
JT D. - Narconon Arrowhead Graduate |