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Paula’s Gift

January 5th, 2010
I heard my neighbor yelling and I knocked on her door. When she opened it, I asked her what the problem was and if everything was okay. She invited me in and introduced me to the guy standing in her living room. It was her brother and they had been arguing over his crystal meth addiction. As she explained, they began hurling insults at each other again and when they got downright mean I raised my hand to ask for silence. “I need to tell you two something, okay?” I asked. I looked at my neighbor. “Remember I mentioned I had a sister, Paula, that I had lost?  She was into drugs pretty heavy and I  lost her to an overdose just a few days after a big fight we had.”

Paula was the oldest of the five of us had always been a little different from the rest of us. She got into drugs while still in high school. We watched our parents get her out of situation after situation, everything from going to jail to accidental overdoses to relationships with guys. Each time she fell apart they would pick up the pieces.

Drug Addiction Stories   Paulas GiftI found myself getting aggravated with Paula’s antics as we got older. I had goals for my life and they did not include bailing her out and rushing to her aid in the middle of the night. One evening we had a particularly harsh conversation, much like the one I was witnessing between my neighbor and her brother. I called Paula a nut-case and told her the family did not exist solely to take care of her and her mess-ups. She was my older sister and I was embarrassed that she had no common sense.

Just three days later, Paula either accidentally or purposely  overdosed on drugs. She called our parents and told them what she had done only it was too late when help arrived. She told them on the phone that she could never see herself getting her life straightened out. She just wanted to end it but that if she could get help one last time she would stop.  My parents drove quickly over there while callling 911 from a cell phone.  To this day I feel bad about chewing her out but my time in therapy after her suicide helped me to understand I was having a normal reaction that day long ago.

My neighbor and her brother looked at each at each other.  She was crying and he looked like someone had just awaken him from a bad dream.  He walked over to her and kneeled down and said he would get help.  He told her that he never wanted her to get a call after an argument between them due to drugs.

I helped them get in touch with a drug treatment center.  Just the other day, I got a card from her brother telling me thanks because he had been clean for six months.  I smiled and in my heart thanked Paula for helping me to help another brother/sister relationship.  I know she was there in spirit, too, and that it was Paula’s gift to me as well as to them.

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