When
Andrew arrived home a few minutes later, John and I told him what we had found
in the bank records. It was probably me doing most of the talking—it usually
was.
Andrew said immediately—no beating around the bush, “It was me”. Fear,
anxiety and anger crazed me. I demanded to know, “What the hell was going on?”
Andrew was very chagrinned but also very honest. He told us that he was sorry,
but that he had to get the drug. We asked what drug and he told us about the
OxyContin. He said it had made him feel so much better.
We asked him if he knew
the dangers of addiction and he said, “Yes”. We told him that this was out of
our control but that if he wanted to stay living with us he would have to
figure this out immediately.
The amazing thing is that he did. Within 24 hours
he had found, applied for and been accepted in the drug treatment program at
University of Pennsylvania.
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