Recently I wrote about using our talents, whatever they may be, for God. The enemy of all that is beautiful will suck the life completely out of whatever one has to give and through choices that are made. The power of it is strong and often crushing. Some get help and survive. Others never recover, whether psychologically or physically. The reason may not be clear…but in the end, we all lose that talent; that gift that was given. How very sad. The war on drugs is not just at the border on those who would profit from this curse. It is in the minds, hearts, and lives of all, who would for just one moment, think that they may be exempt from its wrath.
In Memoriam…in better times