joaimee
07-28-2004, 04:22 PM
When I was in college, I had a friend I'll call Sara. She was gorgeous, six foot tall, long deep, dark red hair. She was funny and smart and I really liked her. She wanted to be a teacher, I thought she'd make a good one, she had great patience and gentleness.
In 1996, we were both single moms and decided to become roommates. The idea was that we could share child care while we worked and went to school, etc. Then I discovered that she had started using crack cocaine. She would not be talked out of it, she even fired up the pipe in front of my infant son one day. I tried and tried to talk her out of using it, it was like talking to a brick wall. She just couldn't see what she was doing to herself or to the people who cared about her. I moved out. When I went back for my things, I discovered she had stolen most of jewelry and clothes. I didn't see her for another year.
I ran into her at school one day, she was trying to straighten up her life. I wished her well, hoping that she would go straight for her child. I didn't hear about or see her again for seven years.
I saw her picture on the news this evening, she was murdered early this morning. She had become a prostitute and a mother of four.
I could never understand why she started using drugs and why she never stopped. Her family loved her dearly.
I thought she was beautiful, full of promise, with a great future ahead of her. She always seemed to be searching for something that she couldn't find.
The news and the paper just identified her as a prostitute, which angered me, she was alot more than that. She was a daughter and a mom and there were people that cared about her.
I will never forget her and I will always wonder if I could have done more to help her in some way.
Please think about or pray for her this evening, and for all those like her, who have somehow gotten lost along the way.
In 1996, we were both single moms and decided to become roommates. The idea was that we could share child care while we worked and went to school, etc. Then I discovered that she had started using crack cocaine. She would not be talked out of it, she even fired up the pipe in front of my infant son one day. I tried and tried to talk her out of using it, it was like talking to a brick wall. She just couldn't see what she was doing to herself or to the people who cared about her. I moved out. When I went back for my things, I discovered she had stolen most of jewelry and clothes. I didn't see her for another year.
I ran into her at school one day, she was trying to straighten up her life. I wished her well, hoping that she would go straight for her child. I didn't hear about or see her again for seven years.
I saw her picture on the news this evening, she was murdered early this morning. She had become a prostitute and a mother of four.
I could never understand why she started using drugs and why she never stopped. Her family loved her dearly.
I thought she was beautiful, full of promise, with a great future ahead of her. She always seemed to be searching for something that she couldn't find.
The news and the paper just identified her as a prostitute, which angered me, she was alot more than that. She was a daughter and a mom and there were people that cared about her.
I will never forget her and I will always wonder if I could have done more to help her in some way.
Please think about or pray for her this evening, and for all those like her, who have somehow gotten lost along the way.