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Diego Armando Maradona is widely regarded as having been the greatest soccer player ever.

Born 1960, near Buenos Aires, he originally played with “the little Onions” team but by age 16 was the youngest international player, playing against Hungary. Two years later he was captain of the World Youth Cup winners, and was transferred to Boca Juniors for 1 million pounds. He was South American Player of the Year for both 1979 and 1980.

In 1982, Maradona signed up with Barcelona, this time the transfer fee was a record 5 million pounds. A success with Barca, Maradona was transferred to Napoli for another record fee of 6.9 million pounds. Between 1982 and 1991, Maradona was arguably at the peak of his career.

 It was in the 1986 FIFA final between Argentina and England that Maradona showed both his brilliance – and human frailty. In the one match – Maradona scored a goal for his team off an illegal handball move, that the referee did not see. Maradona called it an intervention of the Hand of God – others were not so enthusiastic with England manager calling the goal – the hand of a rascal.

Shortly afterwards Maradona scored, legitimately, what has been called the greatest individual goal of all time – the goal of the century. Maradona, unable to pass the ball, continued to run a 60 meter – 10 second dash – past five English players to score a second Argentinian goal – the winning goal of the match.

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Playing for Argentina in 1990, Maradona’s team lost to the Germans, and some see it as being the beginning of the end for Maradona’s brilliant soccer career.

In 1991, Maradona, playing for Napoli, was arrested – testing positive for cocaine. It was inevitable that he would be suspended, and he served a 15 month suspension.

 In 1994, playing for Argentina, he helped them beat Greece in the first round, only to be caught for using ephedrine drug in the following game against Nigeria. This was effectively the end of Maradona’s international career.

Between1992 and 1995, Maradona played for Sevilla of Spain, and Newell’s Old Boys.

In 1995 he returned to play for Boca Juniors, and suffering obesity he formally retired from the game in 1997, on his 37th birthday.

Between 1997 and 2005, Maradona suffered ill health, obesity and the effects of cocaine use.

Maradona first became addicted to cocaine in the mid 1980′s and by the time of his retirement in 1997, after 17 years as a top player, Maradona’s health was poor. He suffered a cocaine related heart attack in 2000, did some rehab in Cuba, and suffered a further cocaine related heart attack in 2004.

In 2005,  Maradona used stomach stapling to control his weight gain, and made a heroic attempt to get off using cocaine. However in 2007, he was back in rehab for alcohol abuse, after which he announced on Argentine TV that he had now quit alcohol, and had not used cocaine since 2005.

From December 2008, through 2009, Maradona made a comeback to the Argentinian National Soccer team – as a coach. Despite his personal skills, opinion polls were said to indicate that most Argentinian’s did not want him as the national soccer coach – his name tainted by wild behavior and cocaine addiction during his post playing “career”.  His contract as head coach was terminated in 2010.

Some team members say that, despite his unruly reputation they loved playing with the “legend”. Seen as a saint, or a sinner, the Maradona fan club boasts over 100,000 members.

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Maradona still has a world wide following, a website dedicated to his successes as a soccer player.

 In 2000 Maradona published an autobiography, and an internet poll voted him the FIFA Player of the Century – however a panel of FIFA experts later awarded Pele that honor. When Maradona protested at this procedure, two awards were made to both Pele and Maradona, but Maradona remained unsatisfied with this result.

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In his personal life, Maradona had two daughters but subsequently divorced the childhood sweetheart who became his wife, and also had a son, Diego Sinagra who plays football for Italy.

And so – the Maradona story – an ordinary man, with a talent for playing soccer – elevated to the status of “God”, a divinity according to many Argentine nationals.

He is nicknamed DIOS – the Spanish word for God and the number 10, his playing number.

Maradona was a “Sport Hero”, a symbol – that people have said gave Argentine people a point of focus during times of serious political unrest.

Cocaine makes people feel powerful, invincible – increases energy levels, such that people will use it and think that they are the “top”.

There is no doubt that the public thought that Maradona was “top” – support for the legend lives on. To settle what demons, for what purpose would a man like Maradona need and use cocaine.

Perhaps fame and glory, at the end of the day is both a blessing – and a curse – that does not bring the happiness and personal contentment that we think it might.

If you are into using cocaine – see it as an essential part of your image – don’t wait until it brings you down – as it did Maradona.

 Comprehensive addiction recovery programs can help you come down from cocaine abuse and help you to get straight. There is nothing that cocaine can do – that you can’t achieve on your own. 

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Much talent has been wasted, over the years, careers destroyed, by people using cocaine – simply because they didn’t think that they were good enough – to make it on their own.

As I sat in the group session, I felt for the first time like I was not alone. I saw others, men and women, who had been where I was. Sure, we have come a long way here in America and women are allowed to go to war for the country they love, but still, it is hard and with several of my friends having died over there, plus being the only girl in my group of friends who had gone the military route, I felt alone as Memorial Day approached.

That may be why it was so easy to just go along with my friends a year ago when they talked me into going to the party and why I accepted the powder that cute guy gave me. The chance to forget for a few hours what perhaps no one in the room had been through? I was all for that!

But that night started a spiral of addiction to cocaine. My family soon noticed the difference but were unsure if it was related to my service or what. I didn’t have the heart to tell them it was a little of both. I couldn’t sleep without seeing my friends’ faces, the ones that died in Iraq. I couldn’t sleep without being back over there. Now, the craving for forgetfulness was marred by the craving for cocaine.

Eventually, my family figured it out and my parents approached me. My dad had never been in the military because of his back and both my parents were only children. With three daughters, I was the oldest and the one who went into the Army and then to war. Still, my heroes are most assuredly my parents as both had a discussion with me one night with my sisters, some friends, an uncle of my mom’s who had served in the military and an intervention counselor.

This Memorial Day is one I can now look upon with strength because I know that my survivor’s guilt is a common feeling. I know that having others to talk to who have been there, even if it means a 3 hour drive for my family, is worth it in order, as they say, to “get the old me back”.

It still kind of makes me nervous when someone who knows I was in the Army says thank you to me. I still think the real heroes died over there. But I am learning to deal with the nightmares without turning to cocaine. I am learning to pause and take a breath without worrying that I don’t have time to think because a bomb could go off. I am learning to see children here and realize that they are innocent and lucky just as I am lucky to live in this country. And every now and then, when I am able to get to a meeting and stop the urge for cocaine, I can almost hear my combat buddies who died whispering “Good Soldier” to me as I get through another day.

I looked up as I was helping at the Food Bank and saw him. His face lit up in a big smile and he came over and hugged me, saying “Hi, Sis.” I was so happy to see him. Once a month, just like clockwork, my brother David was there with his friends seeking some groceries. Once a month was all I saw him. 

David is a drug addict. He has been on meth and cocaine off and on for nearly 30 years and while he has been in rehab several times, he seems to backslide as soon as he gets out. The drugs have destroyed his ability to understand a lot of things and he gets memories mixed up in a big way. He insists that so and so happened at such and such time and it is easier to just nod in agreement than to argue with him.

Some of the family cringe when they see him coming or when the county jail number shows up on caller I.D.. but when I see him at the Food Bank, I am reminded of the big brother I had way back when. He goes around excitedly telling everyone I am his baby sister. Sometimes he does not have his identification on him but they know him as he is a regular. They just look over at me, asking if I vouch for him being who he claims to be and I say yes, he is my big brother and I give him a big hug.

My brother was not always a drug addict. Being the oldest, he played sports and the prettiest girl in school crushed on him. But shortly after they graduated, before they got married, she was killed in an accident along with her sister and parents, and David took to using drugs. He changed almost overnight.

The family tried in many ways to get him to get help over the years. Our younger brother is always bailing him out of jail when he is found walking around in the middle of night, unsure of where he is. An officer told us he was looking for Tara. I cried. Tara had been his high school sweetheart, the one who died.

Still, for just a moment when our eyes meet across the room, I see the big brother I love inside of the man who threw everything away for drugs. Sometimes I pray that Tara is up there somewhere and sees David and how much he needs help. For a long time I didn’t believe that…until last week.