Granted an exclusive world interview,
with gracious diplomat, Mr. N.Able and his wife.
Beautiful estate with luscious gardens,
And a wrap-around moat.
First footnote: Landscape reflects life.
Promoting his cure for pre-frontal cortex
addiction therapy;
“Things” will get better when…..............
“When what”….......I asked.
Nobly he spoke,
When our son has a new job,
Gets away from his lousy friends,
Finds a “good” woman who will genuinely care for him.
Continues his education,
Moves away from that horrible place,
Gets a better car,
Has a more understanding boss,
Returns to church and finds god.
“Is God lost ?”
His wife immediately spoke up,
Barely able to choke the words out.
Oh, yes…God has turned his back on our son.
He is lost in the desert of denial and sin.
Followed by every ill deed son has cast.
A wise reporter learns fairly quickly,
To listen and not respond.
The airing out of the soul and thoughts,
requires respectful discipline and heart.
Getting down to the facts, I boldly asked:
How much money do you send to your son?
Embarassed they stutter to admit, we pay
His electricity and partial rent, justified
immediately: for heavens sake we don’t
Want him living on the street.
His wife became hushed and whispered the words out.
We tried to help, but all he could do is steal from us.
The lies became more then we could bear.
He finally left our home.........
not able to stand the screaming of our voices,
with a sly grimace directed at her husband.
Footnote two: Vivid and real fog of despair present and clear.
The next question is always hard to ask;
For how long do you expect this to go on?
Immediately the room fills with rays of love’s hope;
Nobly they spoke harmonizing and blending their voices.
When our son has a new job,
Gets away from his lousy friends,
Finds a “good” woman who will genuinely care for him.
Continues his education,
Moves away from that horrible place,
Gets a better car,
Has a more understanding boss,
Returns to church and finds god.
I thanked them graciously
for their interview.
Shook their hands,
and left a DVD featuring
American Medical Association factual findings.
Along with an invitation to join a supportive
family members group, which was immediately
placed in the kitchen drawer of “not available"
for public viewing.
I did conduct a touch-base interview,
with son, repeatedly assuring him,
I was not the police.
The words were pre-written out of his
mouth…
Things will get better when I............
Not too hard to predict was it?
One of Eight American suffers,
And can’t understand why….
the disease of addiction shadows their lives.
Personal Footnote Three:
Too easy was it to judge harshly,
solid questions test theory;
Would you give sugar to a diabetic feastingly,
Or trip a man using crutches walking across the street.
Or believe that yelling at your loved one,
Will really cure their sickness.
Personal Footnote Four:
As a reporter, I must admit,
disheartening is this latest medical cure;
Addiction is not a disease, but
an embarrassing private family problem
challenging the "weaker" families of America.
Statistical evidence stated:
One out of eight American families,
All aching for relief.
Tender strands challenging their religion,
is God lost...or eagerly awaiting.
Gold trophy winner
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