Addiction to Drugs: The Dark Side of Life
Rebecca TerBeek
Viengvilay Oudonesom
CRN: 72958 Greed “Please put your hands on your head” I was twenty-eight and never thought I would ever hear those words. At least not directed at me. I was standing in my home-town HEB pharmacy waiting on the lady you give me a prescription that I had written myself. My daughter, Taylor was running around the store like a wild banshee. At that moment all I could think about was what he said right before he sent me in to my execution. He said “Everything is going to be fine, just stay calm and keep your cool”. There is a moment in time when your whole life changes direction, sometimes for good sometimes for bad. I believe at that moment my life changed its course. It was beautiful outside. I’m not sure of the exact date. There is a lot of things in regards to that time period of my life that I do not remember. What I do know is it was not to hot nor was it too cold. So, it had to be sometime in the fall of 2008. There were beautiful colors on the trees that were now overpowering the once green foliage. Michael, my husband and I were full force on our self-destructive quest to addiction. I don’t even know how it all got out of hand. A friend of mine gave me a couple of loracets because I had fallen down a flight of stairs at work and my back was hurting. Growing up in a nurtureing, stable home I never had any encounters with the law, and had no intentions to. The way I seen it jail was for low life people with drug problems. When children are asked what they want to be when they grow-up, “convict” almost never is the answer. The point I’m trying to make is; I did not grow up in an environment watching my family go in and out of jail. My grandmother and grandfather are respectable role models.
Michael was working for Cooper Cameron making a very comfortable living for the three of us. I was a stay at home wife and a decent mother. Taylor, my daughter and I would occasional go with Michael on out of town dry land jobs.
Viengvilay Oudonesom
CRN: 72958 Greed “Please put your hands on your head” I was twenty-eight and never thought I would ever hear those words. At least not directed at me. I was standing in my home-town HEB pharmacy waiting on the lady you give me a prescription that I had written myself. My daughter, Taylor was running around the store like a wild banshee. At that moment all I could think about was what he said right before he sent me in to my execution. He said “Everything is going to be fine, just stay calm and keep your cool”. There is a moment in time when your whole life changes direction, sometimes for good sometimes for bad. I believe at that moment my life changed its course. It was beautiful outside. I’m not sure of the exact date. There is a lot of things in regards to that time period of my life that I do not remember. What I do know is it was not to hot nor was it too cold. So, it had to be sometime in the fall of 2008. There were beautiful colors on the trees that were now overpowering the once green foliage. Michael, my husband and I were full force on our self-destructive quest to addiction. I don’t even know how it all got out of hand. A friend of mine gave me a couple of loracets because I had fallen down a flight of stairs at work and my back was hurting. Growing up in a nurtureing, stable home I never had any encounters with the law, and had no intentions to. The way I seen it jail was for low life people with drug problems. When children are asked what they want to be when they grow-up, “convict” almost never is the answer. The point I’m trying to make is; I did not grow up in an environment watching my family go in and out of jail. My grandmother and grandfather are respectable role models.
Michael was working for Cooper Cameron making a very comfortable living for the three of us. I was a stay at home wife and a decent mother. Taylor, my daughter and I would occasional go with Michael on out of town dry land jobs.