The Great Chase

The Great Car Chase

The Frog Prince had taken a bride. The bride was a beautiful girl that I call “Yesterday’s Girl.” Actually, she was a series of personalities, living in one girl’s body. But at her core, was a little girl from yesterday.

When The Frog Prince and Yesterday’s Girl were at their best they were truly beautiful and wonderful people. But their best faded quickly as both became servants to Meth.

Brokerbelle and I hoped that jobs would help to keep them away from the lure of drugs. But drugs sing a seductive song leading to the destruction of those who pursue her delights.

As part of our help, Brokerbelle and I purchased two reasonable used cars that would assist the kids in getting back and forth to work. After all, it is tough to work if you can’t get to work. We knew this from our law school years.

One day I get a call from Brokerbelle. It goes like this:

BB: You know those two cars we purchased. The kids don’t have them any more.

HD: Huh, why not?

BB: It seems that the Frog Prince and Yesterday’s Girl got into a fight. And they started chasing each other and crashed their cars into each other.

Well, it was true. Two more cars were gone. Totalled. That is the craziness of drug use. It was sometime about then that we recognized that you can not help people that have serious drug problems through normal means.

Drugs move in a dark downward spiral leading to ultimate destruction. Money and assets disappear into the dark hole called drugs, doing no good and never to be seen again.

But despite all this, God remains God. His goodness remains. Concentration camps, drugs and horrors do not mean that God is gone or His goodness is gone. But the hurts and repercussions of those who go through these things are severe and not easily understood.

I think that people that have been through them do not often talk about their experiences. It is well known that many war veterans say very little about their experiences, although a few do. But they do not really convey the horror of it.

My experience that people go through many hurts and experiences that they can not talk about. Our “drug wars” are just one story of many. Other have stories about children dying, great health problems, and many terrible difficulties.

I share our experiences, because it is on my heart to do so. But as I write this, I know that many of you have stories as difficult or worse.

A famous book was written and a movie was made called a “Band of Brothers.” It talks about the fellowship of a group of men as they fought across Europe in the Second World War. The horrors of war caused them to band together.

Our family finds itself to be a part of a larger Band of Brothers as it fought the drug wars. We were often alone at the time. There were few who seemed to understand. Now we recognize that our experiences were not as unique as we thought.

The Great Car Chase was over. The autos we provided and our efforts to salvage the situation were now wreckage.