Wisdom of a Generation:
I have been asked to tell my story so many times, and I have really avoided this like the plague, because frankly speaking, some stories are just plain sad, and frankly speaking, mine is one of them.
Trust me, there were many rainbows along the way. The most beautiful smiles I have ever seen. However, the truth is, you take the good with the bad.
I watched in childhood as Ronald Reagan’s spoke of an anti-drug campaign after watching the destruction of my family due to drugs, and boy, his message stuck. So, I marched off into my adulting years with the motto of don’t do drugs. I had my bright smile, and every bit of hope in the world. I put on my pretty face and I marched after my cause. You see I had a beautiful daughter, and she was taken from me because I could not afford to provide for her at the time. So, like so many mothers who didn’t believe that a child should be in a home where the parents are tearing each other apart, I marched my smile to the local job mart and I worked my way up to the position of Jr Administrative Assistant to the CEO of a corporation. I was making good money, and I was building a dream. I was carrying a brief case, walking in high heels, and shooting for the stars, and my only habit was cigarettes. I didn’t drink very often, and I sure didn’t snort cocaine. We were at war against drugs!
So, color me shocked when the ones that were promoted as good drugs destroyed my life more than the elevator accident ever did. Color me shocked when I learned that some of these drugs are medical heroin. Yes, I asked, and I never got told the truth, the REAL TRUTH, when they were prescribed, because we were at war with drugs.
Well, since 1975 do you know how many freaking things we have been at war with? Everything!! If it’s not drugs, it’s oil. If it’s not oil, it’s Muslims, Jews, Russians, etc. We’re always fighting someone about something. And well, President Trump wants to kill people over drug trafficking now? WOW!!! JUST WOW!!!
For the love of humanity, I feel as a mother whom is by NO MEANS PERFECT, but loves her children beyond words, someone needs to admonish you Mr. President. I want to love my children. I want to not care or judge because of a fiscal dollar sign. I want them to be safe, but not over controlled. I want this for everyone. I don’t want to divide families over drugs. I want some absolute responsibility for the legal ones too. I want those PhDs held just as accountable. IF you are going to put the illegal drug trafficking dealers to death, then you need to look at the prescription pad writing variety as well.
Because this is just the same. I know medicine can be good, I know it can save lives. I know that it can destroy to. Because I’ve lived it. I experienced the very community that saved my children’s lives destroy it, and I blindly trusted that they had my best interest at heart. It was healthy. It was good for me. It wouldn’t destroy me. I mean I got my back side handed to me by an elevator, I’ve been told I am lucky I can walk. So, I walk. I walk every day, despite what I have been told, or how my body feels. And I took those prescription pain pills because they were safer. More effective. Well, they almost killed me. They rotted my teeth, Mr. President. And by the time it was realized that there was a problem, my children were in foster care. The very community that handed me a set of miracle twins born at 30 weeks gestation still alive and kicking today almost killed me.
And I realized it almost too late. So, I sobered up. I am one of the many who has utilized marijuana for chronic debilitating pain. And since the change in approach, I work from home, I sale my wares, I do a side business and I try to contribute to the tax network, which is far more than I was accomplishing on disability and pain medications. Regardless, I believe we need to seriously take a step back and come up with real solutions. And to me, a trade deal with Mexico while legalizing marijuana would be a lot more profitable than yet another war on drugs. I feel that our children don’t need the stigmatization of devilizing one when the other is just as bad. There are two evils fighting over the same thing, and I believe that it will only destroy any positives previous generations have accomplished.
So, I believe it’s time for a new approach. A legal approach. A moderate approach. For even alcohol is a drug Mr. President. Food, it’s a drug. Any substance that is taken in a quantity that is higher than the balance of what the human body needs to function, while creating a positive response in the reward centers of your brain is by reality a technicality of addiction. You do it because it feels good, like over eating. For a moment, you are satisfied. A bit less pain. Same thing with that $500.00 bottle of Scotch at the end of the day, releasing stress. It’s anything that is consumed beyond the limitations of the body’s actual need for it.
Well, apparently, based on the PhD community, people need pain killers, so why exactly are we going to penalize one more than the other? What does this really accomplish beyond demonizing one while the other is lining their pockets with greed? And how do we truly gain by putting drug traffickers to death? In this equation you are forgetting that the person who purchased said concoction, for whatever reason, had this scenario called choice. In the case of a murder victim, choice is not granted. The murderer doesn’t give a choice and thus in that moment when the murderer takes that choice away, he or she forfeits their right to choose. The addict, that’s another story. The trafficker provides a product, but the choice remains. To use or not to use, and ultimately, how much to use.
You see, I made the choice to take prescription pain meds, and I chose to do so for my own reasons. The main driving force behind my reason was pain. Waking up screaming in the middle of the night from sleep pain. The kind of pain we provide morphine drips for, because that kind of pain will drive you mad. You will completely alter your life to try and reduce or avoid the pain, up to and including narcotics.
We have an industry of insurance pushing medical coverage and prescription costs through the ceiling and it is bankrupting families. So, it’s no wonder that people are seeking alternatives, and thus facing the legal system of America in the process. Well, President Trump, I believe you have the power, and hopefully the conscience to produce change, positive change.
With that said, I will add this. I distinctly remember another thing President Ronald Reagan said. ” Mr. Gorbachev, tear down that wall!” So, President Trump, tear down that wall plan and build a bridge with our neighbors that will be mutually beneficial to both sides of the border. I speak as a current resident of Houston, Texas, and I live in the land of immigration in full swing. Yes, it’s complicated on any given day. But, I have heard so many say that the reason they came here was for a chance to survive. A chance to have the American dream. Well, what if instead, we made a trade agreement that would bolster both nations for the positive, building on the level of the Mayan, Roman, and many other civilizations again? What if we became a civilization that future generations looked up to and study how we accomplished such positive transitions to life in general for the world? What if we built the legend of Atlantis without the destruction, because it was global and mutually beneficial to all nations? Utilized the best of humanity working together towards a balanced mutual benefit? What if the legalization of marijuana is the perfect peace treaty mixed with business? What if this is the only solution to detoxing from medical heroine, for even methadone kills. What if this is the lesser of two evils, Mr. President, and we can build that world that every mother dreams of for her children? One that is safe and unified, not one destroyed by war and misery. So, please, take another look at this policy President Trump, for I feel this current road would be a grave error for future generations. Please, consider 7 generations ahead, the path of your family tree, what do you want their world to look like? For me and my children, I choose the path of peace, love and prosperity for all.
One Opinionated Grandma with experience as a teacher.