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when your scared of your narcotic withdrawls there is someone out there in the worst situations
now i am clean now for almost 3 years of 900 mgs of 25 pills a day i thought my problem i had was the worst that anyone could have but i want to share a story with you.
i ran into someone yesterday at a train station, this man was very old looking maybe about 80-90 years old he was playing his guitar and singing the blues now who hasent seen that before. but when i heard this mans songs i couldent help myself but stop and listen he sang this song called sinner, it gave me chills up my spine just hearing his heart and soul coming out of this guitar and the tone of his voice, great tune it was. after he was done i had to talk to him i just felt that this one person in the world i had to talk to. he said his name was grandpa jones and in my life today i dont care to tell people i was once hooked on pain killers and i told him that song sumed up my trials of addiction. he stopped me and said son let me share my story with you. he said he was once a teenager happy with his family back. now when the late 50's came into play he found his father putting needles in his arm then one day he found his father doing it again and he walked in and asked if he could do it, his father punched him in his face breaking his noise and said boy dont you ever walk in on me again, well grandpa jones found his fathers stash and figured out how to use it and started doing it himself, what he was doing was shooting up heroin and back then it was bigtime pure 100% heroin, he said his parents would soon find out and mind you grandpa jones never said that his father was doing it, they kicked him out of there house and told him they where gonna tell everyone that he was dead, they packed his stuff up and drove him from boston to georgia and just dropped him off. just leaving their son there to die or whatever dident care. grandpa jones said he did that drug from the late 50's to early 2000. he told me imagine now i was poor all the time no job at all stuck out in the middle of no where all alone, he said he personally sold his soul to the devil so he could find ways to get more heroin, and scary part is he said he always found ways to get more drugs, he said the biggest thing he did in his days was finding drugs. he said till one day in washington dc when he had a home under a bridge by the river he was shooting up and a man paid him a visit and the man kept calling him grandpa jones, he says grandpa jones your gonna die a lonly man if you dont stop that nasty habit, he said he just brushed this man off paying him no mind until this man grabbed his arm and said look at me, he said the man dident say a word grandpa jones just sat there and looked at his life in deep thought, the man let go and said well i gotta go my trian is leaving then he just left. grandpa jones told me for atleast 3-4 months he sat there under that bridge withdrawling very badly off of heroin he saw things that was not there he pretty much told me he felt like a mad man in a straight jacket dying and hearing voices from everywhere, all by himself just thinking he is gonna die alone and no one there to help him threw the detox period, all alone. grandpa jones told me after those hard months he finally got up out from under that bridge and saw life in a new eye after years and years of drug abuse, he said see this hear guitar young sir, i said yeah, he said i found this guitar right outside the bridge and ive been playing ever since then, he said he has been clean for 8 years and is happier than any time before, he said im still homeless because i maid the world pass me by, i told him im so sorry and i reached out my hand with a 20 dollar bill in it, now this is where i thought wait if i give him money what if, and before i knew it he said na na son you keep your money i dont play for money i just love playing out doors and watching people walk by and i really enjoy when people just listen, i was running late so i told him it was very nice to meet you hope i see you again someday, he said take care young sir, as i walked by i saw a sign that said dont play for money just for smiles.....
now see thats what i dont understand when people get selfish and only think of themselves, when there is always someone out there in a worst situation than you..before we actually parted while i was walking away he said young man its only when we have lost everything its when we realize we had everything, it makes me think of those people that reached out for help and most chose to walk away and now when you are infact in need of help you will get a taste of how it feels to be walked away from. i have learned so much from my addictions and other peoples addictions you can not depend on some one else, wher those people there when you started taking those drugs no you have to accept responsiblitly for your self in this one, you have to face yourself for what you have done. now the next time when you feel hopeless and begging for help i want you to think of grandpa jones and think about all those other people who are alone on the streets while you go to sleep in a nice worm bed either with your family in the house or pets or whatever...this drug can be stopped you just have to stop for your self not for anyone else but your self, and learn to apreciate life for what it is and deal with the cards you where given...i dont mean to hurt peoples feelings but its just the cold heart truth of what people we become and how we help others if some dont help any at all..well i believe karma is a mother ****** so be careful for what you do and not do for others..have faith in yourself and dont let your self down, dont give up just keep moving foward
i ran into someone yesterday at a train station, this man was very old looking maybe about 80-90 years old he was playing his guitar and singing the blues now who hasent seen that before. but when i heard this mans songs i couldent help myself but stop and listen he sang this song called sinner, it gave me chills up my spine just hearing his heart and soul coming out of this guitar and the tone of his voice, great tune it was. after he was done i had to talk to him i just felt that this one person in the world i had to talk to. he said his name was grandpa jones and in my life today i dont care to tell people i was once hooked on pain killers and i told him that song sumed up my trials of addiction. he stopped me and said son let me share my story with you. he said he was once a teenager happy with his family back. now when the late 50's came into play he found his father putting needles in his arm then one day he found his father doing it again and he walked in and asked if he could do it, his father punched him in his face breaking his noise and said boy dont you ever walk in on me again, well grandpa jones found his fathers stash and figured out how to use it and started doing it himself, what he was doing was shooting up heroin and back then it was bigtime pure 100% heroin, he said his parents would soon find out and mind you grandpa jones never said that his father was doing it, they kicked him out of there house and told him they where gonna tell everyone that he was dead, they packed his stuff up and drove him from boston to georgia and just dropped him off. just leaving their son there to die or whatever dident care. grandpa jones said he did that drug from the late 50's to early 2000. he told me imagine now i was poor all the time no job at all stuck out in the middle of no where all alone, he said he personally sold his soul to the devil so he could find ways to get more heroin, and scary part is he said he always found ways to get more drugs, he said the biggest thing he did in his days was finding drugs. he said till one day in washington dc when he had a home under a bridge by the river he was shooting up and a man paid him a visit and the man kept calling him grandpa jones, he says grandpa jones your gonna die a lonly man if you dont stop that nasty habit, he said he just brushed this man off paying him no mind until this man grabbed his arm and said look at me, he said the man dident say a word grandpa jones just sat there and looked at his life in deep thought, the man let go and said well i gotta go my trian is leaving then he just left. grandpa jones told me for atleast 3-4 months he sat there under that bridge withdrawling very badly off of heroin he saw things that was not there he pretty much told me he felt like a mad man in a straight jacket dying and hearing voices from everywhere, all by himself just thinking he is gonna die alone and no one there to help him threw the detox period, all alone. grandpa jones told me after those hard months he finally got up out from under that bridge and saw life in a new eye after years and years of drug abuse, he said see this hear guitar young sir, i said yeah, he said i found this guitar right outside the bridge and ive been playing ever since then, he said he has been clean for 8 years and is happier than any time before, he said im still homeless because i maid the world pass me by, i told him im so sorry and i reached out my hand with a 20 dollar bill in it, now this is where i thought wait if i give him money what if, and before i knew it he said na na son you keep your money i dont play for money i just love playing out doors and watching people walk by and i really enjoy when people just listen, i was running late so i told him it was very nice to meet you hope i see you again someday, he said take care young sir, as i walked by i saw a sign that said dont play for money just for smiles.....
now see thats what i dont understand when people get selfish and only think of themselves, when there is always someone out there in a worst situation than you..before we actually parted while i was walking away he said young man its only when we have lost everything its when we realize we had everything, it makes me think of those people that reached out for help and most chose to walk away and now when you are infact in need of help you will get a taste of how it feels to be walked away from. i have learned so much from my addictions and other peoples addictions you can not depend on some one else, wher those people there when you started taking those drugs no you have to accept responsiblitly for your self in this one, you have to face yourself for what you have done. now the next time when you feel hopeless and begging for help i want you to think of grandpa jones and think about all those other people who are alone on the streets while you go to sleep in a nice worm bed either with your family in the house or pets or whatever...this drug can be stopped you just have to stop for your self not for anyone else but your self, and learn to apreciate life for what it is and deal with the cards you where given...i dont mean to hurt peoples feelings but its just the cold heart truth of what people we become and how we help others if some dont help any at all..well i believe karma is a mother ****** so be careful for what you do and not do for others..have faith in yourself and dont let your self down, dont give up just keep moving foward
that was a great story! good writer! good point --- being greatful 4 what we got....
it is very touching just being there with that guy i cant even sum up just the way he was expressing himself and how open he was i would call him my friend and i plan on next time if i see him to just sit down and talk with him again it was so sad before people seeing his sign of dont play for money just smiles, on how many people i could hear say theres another bum
Wow! That was..... a incredible story! Very touching and soooo true.
Thank you for this.
Terry
Thank you for this.
Terry
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