On New Years day, one of my grandchildren, in the company of a “guardian,” flew from Little Rock to Nashville and entered a treatment facility to deal with his addiction to Oxycontin and possibly alcohol. Prior to the trip, there had been a brief intervention with close family members, and then my nineteen-year-old grandson was gone. He is one of the fortunate ones. His dad, my son, could afford to send him away to a place that can treat his drug abuse and, equally if not more important, the … [Read more...]
A salute to Marine Bob G. on Memorial Day
Bob G. served with the U.S. Marines in Vietnam for sixteen months and for many years has been treated for Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) stemming from his combat service during the late sixties. During the thirty-two years after his service, overcome by his fears, anger, and addictions, he lost his family and went to prison three times—once for murder. He also attempted suicide ten times. At one point, he was given a year to live because of his numerous afflictions. When you hear … [Read more...]
