This is a story of how drugs, particularly pot (Marijuana) came very close to ruining my life:

I was born to a good middle class family in the suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia in 1970. I was a one of 4 children and was raised modestly, but was loved and never abused. My parents were Christians and made sure that all of the children attended church every Sunday until age 16. Once you turned 16 years old and could drive, church became optional.
I know now that I had the potential and personality to become an addict from the beginning.  As a young boy I experimented with alcohol and tobacco.  I thought it was cool and felt it impressed my friends if I did so.   I took my first drink when I was in the 6th grade.  I believe that I was 11 years old.  I did not get drunk the first time, but did get a buzz.  I thought it was a lot of fun and wanted to do it again.  The next time I drank was in the 7th grade and got really drunk.  I was at a friend’s house and we got into his parents liquor cabinet.  I completely blacked out and was told the next day that I was out of control and he was surprised that I didn’t wake up his parents.  I also remember feeling very sick the next morning.  I mean really sick.
Well, the drinking continued off and on until my senior year in high school.  By then, I was known as the guy who liked to party.  Which at the time I thought was really cool.  I didn’t get into any trouble, but I definitely did plenty of things that I should not have been doing.  Before graduating from High School we had a night where “Silly Awards” were given out to the seniors.  I received the award “Most likely to buy a house next to a Miller Genuine Draft brewing plant”.  My senior year in high school consisted of going to parties every weekend and even on weekdays.  Honestly, I was very happy that year and still feel that it was the happiest part of my life.  Soon that would all start to change. Click to Continue –>