Are you Serious (Sirius)

Appreciatethe positive feedback from all those that didn’t take solitude in the pleasures
of this drug or what distraught that
it places on the users, let alone their families...(Hey Sirius) I feel this is
one of the many, problems with society, are shall I say (a part of
society), that is, which is, situations such as this, is, never taken serious
enough, at least not until, it all of a sudden hit home or present it’s
devastating effects on their door step and judging from your statement you
appear to place yourself in the company of
those who don’t take it serious and feels that its o.k. to set around like some
form of a zombie, waking up long enough, just to feed their veins with this
trash, rather than feeding their kids. I have seen the affects of this stuff
first hand by the users and had to actually revive someone, whom had over dosed
from this trash, with three of their kids, (4, 7, 11), watching him as he so-called
dosed up resulting in the aftermath of a deep coma, which their dad had slipped
into from shooting up, one dose after another and wouldn’t respond to any form
of anyone trying to physically wake him. It was his four year old that came to
my door stating she was hungry and dad would not wake up. Dads brother
was in the house as well, shooting up right along with the children’s dad and
when he couldn’t wake his brother, he decided to role his brother in an alley
behind their house so the authorities wouldn’t link the over dose to the
residence. As I approached the residence of this child, the dads brother was
sitting on the couch “high as a kite” with the two little boys,(7,11) sitting
beside him with looks of solemn on their faces from seeing this scenario time
and time again but this time dad and brother had gone way too far. The(11)year
old told me where his dad was, so as I observed the drag marks leading to and
entering the alley directly behind their house, I could see the Childs dad
laying on his back and if his dads brother wasn’t so screwed up on this junk,
he would have noticed that the Childs dad still was alive, yet his breathing
was so faint it would have been hard to tell  that he was still breathing
even by a paramedic .Please excuse me ladies for having to share this but after
I tried to wake him and failed. I had heard that one of the sure ways of waking
a heron over dosed was to place an abundance of ice in their trousers and the sheer
cold effect would draw them out of their despondency. So I removed this guy
from the alley and took him back home,(having to drag him),placed him fully
cloth in his bathroom with several trays of ice loaded into his trousers all
for the sake of not letting him die in front of his kids or in that alley. I knew
if I had just waited for the paramedics and did nothing, he would have surely
died. He was already knocking on deaths door with the shallow breathing. I called
the paramedics directly after the ice submerging and being in the secluded area
we were in it took almost (30) minutes for them to respond, although (10) minutes
before they arrived he began to respond and eventually came to but do you think
this deterred his era in thinking his near death experience, not to
mention right in front of his kids and left for dead by his sorry brother??
 Not one bit did it scare him straight, the following day, he was back at
it once again, zombing out. So you say don’t take this serious, (Serius), to
each his own opinion but I am pretty sure you might be the lone ranger, minus
his side kick Tonto, if you decide to just brush off behavior such as this and
even in the presence of children and as stated that was the primary aspect of
my job, (to care for those that wasn’t capable of caring for themselves),
(those kids). There’s an old saying if you have a yard full of dogs and it was
dark and all of a sudden you were bit and all you hear is just one dog barking,
normally the bite came from the guilty dog whom seems to wonna bark first,
continuously and the loudest. You seemed to bark a little, as it pertains to
this subject and took a little offense to it as well, what experiences have you
on this topic?  I am sure as well that there are many that have a
different opinion than yours as well, when it comes to what deity they worship,
be it heaven or hell and when you place yourself into the poem, you are
reciting, you sometimes portray or become that of the character you are
quoting in the poem and his belief is attached as yours and the section you
took from the content,{pray to God he doesn’t care, death sits quiet and polite},was the
characters belief, never will be mine. I am part of that lunatic crew you spoke
of and there are a lot of us...    

Jim

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