I was a slave of drugs from the age of twelve. It controlled me to the point there was nothing I wouldn't do to get a dose. My addiction got to the point that I found doing things I didn't wanted to do, but that wasn't enough because I continue to drug myself. I left the country thinking this would help but even then I didn't realized how sick I was and I continued to poison myself with drugs.
I lived for drugs and druged myself in order to be able to continue to live. This went on for twenty two years and I sank deeper and deeper.
One day the mayor of the city I lived asked me if I would play my violin for the pope and I felt honored. I thought that if that man touched my head I would be cured. I began to prepare myself for that meeting studying carefully what I would say and what I would play. I made promisses to myself that the next day I would stop using drugs but not being able to do so.
The night before my meeting with the pope came and I went to a bar to have one drink to celebrate the most important meeting in my life. One drink blended with the next and when the hour of my appointment came i was more drunk and drug than anyone can imagine.
I said " F… the pope. I'm having such a good time and I dont need to play for the Pope or meet him ".
I continued for five more days till I couldn't resist any more and went to sleep.
When I woke a day later, the Pope had left the country, I had missed my apointment and I felt the worst hangover ever. I got up and looked at myself in the mirror and what I saw filled me with sadness. Even a filthy rat was better than me. My face looked dead. My eyes were in the back of my head but what was worst was seing my soul. I was drestroyed inside and out.
That was the last time I ever used alcohol or drugs. I went into rehabilitation and believe me that hurt but when I found I was not an evil person but a sick person I felt relieved for the first time in many years.
I was very hard at first. I would say to myself " For the next five minuted I will not drugged myself or get drunk " Pretty soon the minutes became hours and the hours became days and one day I was free.
Over sixteen years have passed from that first day and since then I have not stoped in my fight against drugs. I made a compromise with society. To help others that are suffering what I sufferd and to help their families too.
I have become a tool of God and thru him I've helped hundreds of people that like myself were a victicm of narcoterrorism.
I know God is using me for this purpose and there's nothing that gives me more pleassure that to help anyone I can to come out of the hell of drugaddiction.
That is the most usefull way I can repay my debt with society.
