A PhD, florist, business man, son of poverty and addiction, felon, son of a good Irish Catholic family, son of a Therapist, brother of Major League Baseball player, an electrician, church worship leader, son of a Fire Chief. Rich men, poor men, beggars and thieves. Addicts.
Last week Chris looked at me, asked, “You heard about Whitney Houston?” Yes, I answered. “She was an addict just like us. It doesn’t matter who you are.”
True words. All of them. Addiction turns these men of education and degrees, loving families, status and wealth into beggars and thieves.
One who is with us for a third time, told me he was walking the streets Thanksgiving Day. Walking through a neighborhood where cars were driving to family dinners. He could see people gathering. It broke him down. Tears fell as he thought about his family. The family that wanted him. His friends who had invited him. But he chose another way.
I watched on the Today Show as they talked about the handling of Whitney Houston’s death. Determination of cause has not been released, can we say she was an addict? Another segment featured a rehab facility that is posh in its accommodations. “Does this help the recovery process?”, they asked. I’m sick of it. Sick of it all.
Are we that blind? Do we want to continue to placate others who are playing with addiction because they grace the movie screens and tabloid pages? Who are we fooling? What are we telling our children?
Fellow blogger, Chaz, wrote about this in a calmer, well stated way over at One Direction Forward. Please check it out.
It saddens me and angers me. Like Chris said, “…an addict like us.” Name it folks. Name it for what it is. Addiction is like cancer that will grow and take your life if not treated.
Wake up! Deal with it. Address it. NAME IT! Please name it and break the denial that only adds to its destruction. Painful? Absolutely. But as one of our counselors says: doable. DOABLE.