My sister started shooting heroin at the age of sixteen. She was a beautiful girl, black hair, bright green eyes, and with all the attributes to be a model with intelligence beyond the norm.
Three years later, I was working abroad and had received a phone call from my mother who was crying, telling me that she did not know what to do, that (my little sister) was not well and asking for my help. So I asked for permission to take a leave from work to go back to Spain and see what I could do.
When I arrived, my mother was desperate, crying and with my insistence, she confessed that my sister was using drugs. So before I made any decision about what to do I decided to dedicate myself to collect information. I asked friends and acquaintances about my sister, I was interested in her life, I accompanied her, and behaved like a friend without invalidating her, just a friend. I accompanied her to see her friends and I found myself in a dilemma. In the encounters with my sister’s friends, they smoked hashish. My sister said that I was a puritan, but in order to gain the trust of my sister’s “friends” I adapted to the situation by smoking myself, so I was able to obtain confessions from these “friends” who told me the situation she was in. She was injecting heroin three times a day. She procured the heroin by selling it herself to finance her addiction and did “other things” to procure the damn drug.
A few days later I heard my sister crying in her room, so I went in and saw that she had a syringe in her hand, crying on her knees on the blood-stained bed from desperate attempts to find a vein to prick herself with. She was very thin and her veins were not visible.
After this incident, I decided to act. I made sure the house was well lit (it had been very dark) and started directing her attention to look at the objects in the house, the walls, the furniture, etc. and touching them until I could get her to be “in the present.” Then I asked her if she liked the life she was living, she said she did NOT and that she felt sad. Then I told her that selling drugs to others was creating a similar life for them, and I asked her if that was what she wanted. She said no and told me that she wanted to get out of the life she was living and asked me if she could be helped. She had her will. I told her that I knew the Narconon center that has the highest success rate in helping people get off drugs, and we were in contact with Narconon operators.
“The Narconon operators were in close contact with my sister helping her, and since they were holding her hand, within a few days my sister started the Narconon program and I can say that it was a complete success.”
The Narconon operators were in close contact with my sister helping her, and since they were holding her hand, within a few days my sister started the Narconon program and I can say that it was a complete success.
My sister gave up heroin, found a job, traveled abroad, got married, had two children, and lived to the age of 35. Sadly, she had contracted AIDS during her addiction as a heroin addict and passed away. But, because of Narconon, she was able to move past her addiction and create a beautiful life in the time she had.
I can only thank Narconon and his staff for being there and for the excellent work they are doing.
J.T.W., Brother of Narconon Graduate