When I received the call, at work, that my son had been transported by ambulance to the ER...found in a parking lot in broad daylight, beside his car, needle close by.
That quickly turned to anger when I arrived and he was telling me it was no big deal, he felt better now. That couple of minutes when we didn't know if he made it alive was horrible. The call was from his step dad, who happened to have a friend in dispatch, that recognized the name. She had no info on his condition.
I thought he was surely dead.
But...I suppose the good thing was it started the wheel in motion of help, or no home. I knew I could not stand by and wait for the next call. And I think he knew at that point he was no longer fooling anyone.
I thank God that it was a turning point for me...and eventually for him.
Your insight and perspective continues to amaze me ((((Marle)))
Cece