Meet Jared….he was a junior in high school when he took his first pill. A good friend of his swiped them from his parents medicine cabinet. It was at
a party and seemed harmless enough.. He had beers with friends and smoked pot occasionally. He was a good athlete who excelled in lacrosse. And got decent grades. He was raised to always respect authority and was known to be super polite. He saw no harm in occasional weekend partying.
Jared’s parents drank, so did all his friends parents, and they were responsible people going to work each day. The pills became a regular part of his weekend. Kids would bring whatever they could find from their parent’s cabinets and share them around the party. Soon the supply had run out. But Jared hadn’t shared all of them from his home…they were old pills prescribed by dentist or for a pulled back. He found himself taking them regularly.
Jared took to the street to find more and what he found was cheaper and more deadly. He began using heroine half way through his senior year. The drugs took over his life and his dreams suffered. He began missing his lacrosse practices and wasn’t at a game where a scout from a local college had come to see him play. Instead of graduating along side of his friends he entered his first of many rehabs. Jared is now 24 and his parents aren’t sure where he is…