Name: Jade Newberry
Loved ones pay the price
I know this nation is dealing with addiction crisis. It has affected my family in so many ways. I learned this from a very young age, my mom’s sister my aunt was an addict. It has affected me in so many ways. My mom tried to shelter us from this despair. But if hit me and my brother anyway.
My first day in 4th grade, I woke up excited and found my mom crying in the kitchen instead of preparing for the day like usual. I asked her what was wrong and, in an attempt, to keep me from worrying she said, “Something happened to an old friend”. That is a moment I will never forget. I thought nothing of it at the time and proceeded on with my day like nothing happened. I went on to have a completely normal first day of school. When I arrived at my bus stop at the end of the day my grandma wasn’t there to pick me up as usual. My mom was sitting there waiting for me. I get in the car, my mom still with tears in her eyes asks me how my day was. I tell her about it, and she begins to tell me about hers. She tells me she was woken up at 5 AM to a phone call notifying her that her sister, my aunt, had been shot in the head and was in critical condition. I was in utter disbelief. How can I go to sleep with a normal life, and wake up to everything different? My aunt was in a coma for 2 months followed by 4 more months in the hospital and countless more hours spent in therapy. From Sunday fun days to spending every single Sunday visiting her in the hospital. I woke up one morning and my entire life had changed, and there was nothing I could do to fix it. This event changed the entire family dynamic. We went from playing in the park to worrying if her shooter was after us next. Then I learned the truth of my aunt and the life she had before this tragedy, she was addicted to drugs and was dealing with bad people. One of those bad people shot her. The doctors predicted that she would be permanently in a vegetated state, but then she woke up. They said she would never see again, but then she saw. They said she would never speak again, but then she spoke. We were told she could never walk again, but then she did. Right before my eyes, she was doing all the things they said she would never do. Watching her exceed all expectations taught me something; the thing my mom had been telling me all along. I can do and be anything. She inspired me to chase my dreams. People may doubt my abilities, but my aunt proved that, if I believe I can, then I will. I also learned firsthand how terrible drugs are, how they hurt the family and those that love the addicted person. I feel that all drugs are crushing our society and the way we can redeem our self is a tricky task. Because the only way society is going to be saved is if the addict wants to be saved. Otherwise, there is no hope. And those that love the addict pay the price the most.