You are standing over the addict, buckling him in safely, putting pillows all around him for the impact you know is coming. He doesnt even see you or acknowledge your presence, because he has some crack to smoke.
The addiction train is heading for that brick wall, but you are trying to get the addict to stop smoking and be safe, standing there, not protecting yourself at all.
We can get off this train! Lets do it! Heres the door!
Addict says, uh no, and takes another hit.
BAM!!! Train hits the brick wall, the impact throws you to the front of the train, breaking every bone in your body.
Rescue workers come to peel your poor broken body (spirit) off the engine room door.
You ask "How is my addict?"
The rescue workers say, "He is fine, he is on his hands and knees searching for the rock he lost when he felt a "bump" in his ride."
This is what my life was like. Getting thrown into the engine door and the crack got chosen everytime. Everytime.
Brilliant and so true!