This day can't get any worse......
Posted by Sarah-Le  on August 26, 2000 at 14:45:51:

To start off, it is 1pm as I type this, I just got out of the shower, I haven't gone to bed
yet, and honestly. I can't. Let me start from the beginning.

About 6:30 am this morning, while I was about to go to bed, we recieved a phone
call. My dad was confused as to why someone would call so early. The person on
the other end had called to say my brother was in the emergency room, my dad and
I both said it was impossible, Jon was here, at home, in his bed. We looked, we
wasn't there, he had snuck out in the night, through his window. At that time, all I
knew was he was in for drug abuse, it was thought to have been acid. Well, being
worried, I opted to go with my parents. While all I had to do was put shoes on, my
parents had to get dressed. While they did that I was told to remove the phone from
my bother's room, he had lost the privilege of having it. It wasn't until about 7am we
left, my sis stayed home. Well, when we got to the hospitial, I wasn't even allowed to
go in and see my brother, my parents went in while I sat in the waiting room
watching pokemon and other saturady morning cartoons. At 9am my dad came out
and took me to get breakfast. It was then I learned a little more on my brother's
condition. He had a seziure, caused by the drugs. Since everyone else at the party
was high, they didn't understand what was happening to my brother, so thinking he
needed to cool off, they draged the hose into the apartment, where they procceded
to use it, soaking everything and every one. When the police arrived my brother was
found laying on his stomach with another person sitting on him, he wasn't wearing
a shirt, his shoes were missing, he had rug burns on his back and scratches from
nails on his sides. It was all guys there by the way. Well, one person was found in
the closet, hiding under clothing, he was the most lucid and able to tell the officers a
little of what had been going on. One of the others guys my bro was with went
ballistic when the police had him in custody, he busted the glass of the back
window in the officer's car and tried to get away, it took several officers to restrain
him before he was sent to intensive care at Brackenridge in Austin (The best
hospitial in the area). My brother wasn't doing so good. He was soaked and what
clothing he did have was cut off, he lost a pair of $50 jeans during this whole thing.
After breakfast we went back to the hospital for about another hour or so. Then, dad
took me home to help collect new clothing for Jon. While in his room we found his
cell phone to be missing, he had taken it with him and it wasn't at the hospital. I got
the clothing, gave my sister a quick run down of what happened before going back
to the hospital. At this time, my lack of sleep was really showing, I kept getting
strange looks form other people in the emergency waiting room, they must have
thought I was on something, and I looked like it. It didn't help any that police were
constantly swarming the place, somehow I felt it didn't do me any good. There I sat
for three more hours, waiting and trying to sleep in the tiny uncomfortable chairs
while kids ran screaming around me. Eventually my dad came out, said we were
taking him home. Once outside he told me what they did find in my bro's system.
LSD and marajuana. Jon barely knew who he was or where he was, he was forced
to drink black charcoal in order to help clear his system and cried once he began to
realize just how much trouble he was in. He now has a criminal record, we are
expecting an officer to visit and talk to him soon. The party he was at did have an
adult, and that adult is resposible for giving the minors drugs. Not only will he be
prosecuted for it, but he will lose custody of his childern, seeing as how they were
involved in it as well.

It doesn't end there. On the way home, near the hospital we ran into another
problem. My dad was moving a little too fast, the light had gone red and he slamed
his breaks on, the lady behind us wasn't so quick, she slammed into us. I felt it, in
my tail bone. I had broken that before, so needless to say, it didn't feel too good.
The lady got out of her surburan and started screaming that my dad cut her off. I
didn't want to hear my parents and the lady argue, so once they pulled over I
grabed my sketchbook, which I never used at the hospital, and announced I would
walk home, they could find me along the way if I wasn't fast enough. I was four
miles from home, by this time it was almost noon. The Texas heat was horrible, over
100. The hot pavement and rocks didn't help me any. I didn't get very far before a
stranger pulled over and asked me for a ride, I said no, that I could make it on my
own. So, I walked. Up many inclines and rocks, the dry grasses crunching where
the rocks were thin. I was getting extremly hot, I was thirsty and had nothing with
me, to top it off I was having trouble breathing, my breaths were shallow and they
hurt. Just when I thought I was going to pass out I heard someone calling my name,
I looked up to see one of my friends, she offered me a ride home, though by then it
was less than a mile away. I went from ODed brother to road rage father then to
teenage mother. I told her what had happened and she didn't belive my 15 year old
brother could be like that, he seemed so innocent to her. I knew that he wasn't, I just
didn't say anything til now... though I wish I had of. I got home before my parents,
told my sis again the day's events then drank a gallon of water before bathing. And,
it comes to this point again, telling my story.

One more thing, I don't think people hear this enough, please, stay away from
drungs. No matter how little you use or if you only did it once, it stays with you, a
little goes a long way, it adds up, building upon the foundation that was laid before.
It's not just you that feels the effect, but everyone around you. It stays with you,
haunts you. I didn't lose my brother, but I very well could have. Don't put your family
in this position, if a friend is doing it, please, get them help. The most horrifying
things are the unexpected. 
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OMG, Sarah....
Posted by Crazy

*hugs from afar* I'm so sorry. 
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Re: This day can't get any worse......
Posted by Caramoo

:About 6:30 am this morning, while I was about to go to bed, we recieved a phone
call. My dad was confused as to why someone would call so early. The person on
the other end had called to say my brother was in the emergency room, my dad and
I both said it was impossible, Jon was here, at home, in his bed. We looked, we
wasn't there, he had snuck out in the night, through his window. At that time, all I
knew was he was in for drug abuse

The same thing happened to my 2ed uncle. We had him committed & threatened to
disown him if he ever did it again, & next time we committ him, it might not be at just
any health facility.

:When the police arrived my brother was found laying on his stomach with another
person sitting on him, he wasn't wearing a shirt, his shoes were missing, he had rug
burns on his back and scratches from nails on his sides. It was all guys there by the
way.

Drugd & the male gathering bit huh? Under the influence of drugs even the
straightest of men can stray.


: It doesn't end there. On the way home, near the hospital we ran into another
problem. My dad was moving a little too fast, the light had gone red and he slamed
his breaks on, the lady behind us wasn't so quick, she slammed into us. I felt it, in
my tail bone. I had broken that before, so needless to say, it didn't feel too good.
The lady got out of her surburan and started screaming that my dad cut her off. 


Yeah, my oldest brother almost got sued for doing the same thing.

:I was four miles from home, by this time it was almost noon. The Texas heat was
horrible, over 100. The hot pavement and rocks didn't help me any. I didn't get very
far before a stranger pulled over and asked me for a ride, I said no, that I could make
it on my own. So, I walked. Up many inclines and rocks, the dry grasses crunching
where the rocks were thin. I was getting extremly hot, I was thirsty and had nothing
with me, to top it off I was having trouble breathing, my breaths were shallow and
they hurt.

Oh girl, I been there! Tracking 4 hours with my best friend in a hot desart in Utah that
can't even be found on a map. We finaly came accross a place that would pass off
either as a pitstop or a small boom town village that forgot to die & warshiped the
first vending machine we saw, all because her brother ate all the gas in her car the
night before & decided not to tell us untill we wobbled back.

: One more thing, I don't think people hear this enough, please, stay away from
drungs. No matter how little you use or if you only did it once, it stays with you, a
little goes a long way, it adds up, building upon the foundation that was laid before.
It's not just you that feels the effect, but everyone around you. It stays with you,
haunts you. I didn't lose my brother, but I very well could have. Don't put your family
in this position, if a friend is doing it, please, get them help. The most horrifying
things are the unexpected.

& if anyone in your family DOES drink or do drugs, don't physically abuse them for
it, but keep in mind that they need to be punished for their own good. Thanks to my
consistant pranking, my parents are restricted to mint & bubblegum ciggarettes in
fear that one of us will do something crazy^_^

& if your brother wants to borrow your car, empty 3/5ths of the tank & make him buy
more or go less. 

(moment of portuguese)Os irmãos de estupida, roubam sempre o carro.
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Here's what you do..
Posted by Ruby Echidna

Let me reassure you that whether you live in an overly 
drugged little town in nowheresville PA, or a more 
secure "whatza narcotic?" type place, drugs aren't 'the 
norm'. 

Now, unfortunately in my little overly-drugged lil' town in 
nowheresville PA, it -is- considered to be 'the norm' for 
kids younger than 12 to be doing and/or dealing drugs. 
The problem is that people accept that fact, because 
they feel they are powerless to stop it. True, it'd be near 
impossible to go out and hunt down any and every child 
in the city who regularly smokes pot, drops acid, pops 
pills etc., but there is a way to prevent yourself from 
getting caught up in the mess..

It took me a little while to realize this, but IMO, the best 
way to cope with such a problem is to come to terms 
with yourself that drugs are not good for you, nor are 
they something that should be considered "just 
something normal that happens". 

I know you may never look at your brother in the same 
way again.. Heck, I can't even look at -myself- in the 
same ways I used to, because there will always be that 
one black spot burned into the back of your mind that 
you know shouldn't be there. It changes your opinion a 
bit.. but it doesn't have to change the love you have for 
someone (or yourself). 

It took me a while to realize the things that I did were 
wrong and not good for me in the end, but only because 
I had felt that what I was into couldn't be -that- bad, if so 
many were into it. You just have to realize that it -is- bad, 
and not good for you, no matter what you feel by seeing 
others or listening to them. 

The best advice I can give, is of course, to think for 
yourself.
-Rubes 
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