My husband has the National Geographic channel on TV. I'm in and out of the room but I catch the subject of the program. Catching drug smugglers on the Mexican/US border. The war on drugs. They are stopping cars at the border with a million dollars hidden in every available orifice of the vehicle. Big money in drugs. Big demand for drugs.
Just this past weekend, news came of the early passing of actor Philip Seymour Hoffman. Found with the heroin filled needle still in his arm. Fame, money, talent - nothing could replace his addiction, even though he had been free of drugs for many years. The hunger, taste and desire was always there, never leaving, just pushed down and kept just beyond arms reach for a while. He was not the first, nor will he be the last of the well known, and unknown to lose their lives from drugs.
The other night there was a commercial for a program that features the growing and selling of marijuana in Appalachia. Good old boys, cultivating their crops in the woods and mountains, risking their lives to make the big money selling weed brings.
I understand that the biggest demand for drugs is the US. We continue to spiral downward. The phrase "if it feels go do it", and "I need to make my own self happy" are lies from hell. All that feels good and make us happy are not good for us. Hollywood has shoved these lies and glorification of this life style down our throats, no wonder the youth don't know which way is up. Marijuana recreational? Absolutely not, it's just the first step in addiction.
Do I sound angry? I admit I am, life is a precious gift, and a long life even more so. Raising our children in a good home, one with Godly principles and morals is a given, but not a guarantee. We are all subject to falling....every one of us, and every one of our children. How do we win the war on drugs?
Yesterday was our 48th wedding anniversary. As I wrote on Face Book, Hal and me and Jesus got a good thing going! We are thankful for our long marriage, but it's not sunshine and roses every day, and yesterday was no exception!
Our bathtub has been draining very, very slowly. I mean a few hours slowly. I poured the baking soda vinegar solution down the drain. Nothing. Hal used the metal snake thingy on it. Nothing. Hal used the plunger on it until I thought the tub would wind up in the basement. Nothing. He poured a chemical drain cleaner down it. Nothing. I casually mentioned to him while he was working on it not to scratch my brand new tub. The look he gave me, if directed at the tub should have melted out any clog in the drain. He sat for a few minutes to gather his composure, and I stayed out of sight gathering mine. Next thing I know he brings his small compressor in from the garage. He rigged up some sort of drain fitting nozzle that included a funnel and duct tape - I'm not kidding - and blew that clog right out of there! Success!
By this time, he's tired, I'm tired, and the sky is spitting snow. I have no dinner because we usually go out on our anniversary, but he's exhausted and the thought of going out in the cold wasn't that appealing to me. Well, we decided to pull ourselves together and go out any way. We went to one of our favorite local restaurants, and enjoyed a great dinner. This is us, tired but happy at the restaurant.
Oh wait, the anniversary isn't over. My car has a flat tire. And yet we smile....two fools in love.