These people understood my son's addictions and understood my grief. Many of them were drug-sick from withdrawals. The class was for them to write their stories of addiction and what they thought the solution was. Nobody agreed on a solution.
The pull of drugs drew many of my students back to the streets. I lasted a year. My quest brought very temporary relief to a very few instead of enacting one iota of change.
Not every addict grows up in a tough situation and ends up on the street. Randy had a carefree suburban childhood with opportunities galore, which wasn't anything like my students' experiences. He played sports, had lots of friends and had a stable home life.
The tentacles of addiction have no boundaries and can grab ahold of anyone's child.
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