I took this photo of my oldest child Sean, then 23 years old, last year at a bar in Portland Oregon.
I hadn't seen him in a while as he was avoiding contact with me because of his drug use. I desperately felt the need to spend time with him and had searched around that day when I finally located him at the bar I had known him to frequent. We had a good visit but I was extremely saddened to see the gaunt and empty person that he had become as a result of abusing cocaine.
I left feeling great fear that I would lose him forever to his drug use or even death. I so yearned for the boy I raised and for the strong, happy man that he had grown in to prior to this present lifestyle.
That day, as I drove home, I was overcome with a strong sense of faith that the love and happy upbringing I had given him throughout his young life would prevail over the strong mental and physical hold that the cocaine had on him.
Sean did recover from the stranglehold that the drugs had on him and is now living a healthier and more fulfilling life.
I had faith that day that my boy would be okay.
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