I want to share information I have gathered on the illegal drug trade within our county
We have a raging war in own back yard. It has nothing to do with Iraq or illegals.
Tonight the pain in my heart is so heavy. My son is owned by his addiction to pain pills.
First I would like to say that YES there is a place in Huntington, WV w here opiate dependent people go to receive counseling and/or treatment to get off of drugs.
Thanks so much for the many stories you have put in the paper about drugs. I know many, many people are reading these.
Over the past sixteen weeks I've continued to somberly read the astounding stories of the people who have dealt with drugs, whether it is from personal use or watching someone they love use. In my case I was an observer. I speak as a child of a drug addict.
I’m writing this in response to the many weeks I’ve been reading other people’s stories. This is my story. I hope and pray it will touch at least one person who is suffering from the disease of addiction.
My story of addiction begins, I believe, before my birth. I do believe some of us are predisposed to be addicts.
I have been reading the drug stories each week and it is heartbreaking.
During the past 13 weeks I have read so many touching stories about the death and destruction caused by drugs. I know so well what each and every one of you feel because I also had a child who used.
During the past weeks as I’ve read the detailed stories of lives destroyed or permanently damaged by drugs.
I have read these stories over the past few weeks and it seems that each one has touched home so much with me. I'm a 27-year-old woman who is a recovering drug addict.
On Sept. 26, 2006 we lost our youngest daughter, Tina, age 22. She died due to the sale of illegal prescription drugs. We tried so hard to raise our 3 children right.
My story is another one from the parents perspective, and like so many others, I never dreamed I’d ever face such a problem.
I have read the many stories of how drug addiction has touched so many lives. I now feel that it is time to tell my story.
My beautiful 19-year-old niece died in October after taking Oxycontin, which one of her “friends” had given her. I had written the following poem to tell her story and hopefully to “wake up” some of these teens that trust everybody and anything just so they can fit in with their peers.
My story begins at age five. We lived in middle suburbia Dayton, Ohio. I was the youngest of three children. It was 1961 when everyone thought that the streets were safe for children to play. I was one block from my home and my friend’s grandfather raped me.
Before I begin my story of my life and experiences with drugs and alcohol, I would like to say a little bit about myself. I was born and raised in Carter County.
Drugs have touched members of my family in one way or another for almost 20 years now.
My story begins as me being the daughter of a drug addict. I watched my dad drink and do drugs from an early age. My mom had left and my dad could no longer take care of my sister and I.
While reading the recent story about the brother lost to drugs, I realized it was time to tell my story.
Editor’s Note: This is week 2 in a series of first-hand accounts of lives touched by drugs here in Carter County. The names will be changed to protect identity.
Jude 3-3 Beloved, when I gave all diligence to write unto you of the common salvation, it was needful for me to write unto you, and exhort you that ye should earnestly contend for the faith which was once delivered unto the saints.
Beloved, you are acting faithfully in whatever you accomplish for the brethren, and especially when they are strangers; and they have testified to your love before the church.
Greetings friends and neighbors! I trust that your Easter holiday was blessed and that you took the opportunity to worship the risen Lord Jesus Christ, who conquered sin, hell and death on that first Easter morning!
It’s never too late to start laboring for the Lord!
In the month of January, churches worldwide are called on to reflect upon the sanctity of human life during Sanctity of Human Life week (January 21-28).
It is amazing how a death can affect your outlook on life.