Many Years Ago when I was living on my own, a friend and I experimented with marijuana brownies. I had never used drugs before and was just doing it to please my friend. Ignorant about the drugs' effect when ingested, we ate a lot of brownies. Soon, my heartbeat became fluttery, and I had great difficulty breathing. My friend was fast asleep.
I thought I might die, and I felt sad that my parents—if something dire happened to me—would think this was how I had been living my life. So I made a deal with God. I promised that I would go to church for the rest of my life, if He would save me.
Clearly, my prayer was answered, and I've done my best to keep my part of the bargain, too. But the experience of being in a body that was totally out of control because of a chemical has made me more compassionate toward those who are struggling with drug abuse.
