It is no secret that we have a lot of friends and guests who are drug addicts. It's part and parcel of life on the street - a cheap way to help you sleep on the ground at night and to keep you awake during the day (it's illegal to sleep in public). And, of course, it's a way to dull the pain that's part and parcel of life in general, a temptation to which many of us from "all walks of life" are prone. The problem with people living on the streets is that they aren't soothing themselves in bars and clubs and their own living rooms, and they don't have a lot of money.
There's a lot of controversy regarding who invented crack cocaine, and sometimes my non-violence-aspiring mind wanders to that mythical person or group of people and wants to wring their necks. What could be more inherently evil than a cheap drug that gives the user an incredible and unforgettable high for about five minutes then leaves them with a life-long craving? What could be more dehumanizing than to live with that obsession constantly in the back of your mind, struggling to take it over? Once it happens to you, it appears you either spend the rest of your life looking for it, or fighting the temptation. And for most people it takes a village to help you fight it; it is that overwhelming. Families, friends, anonymous benefactors, churches, Narcotics Anonymous and other support groups, patience, care, understanding, love... How many of us are wiling to give that kind of financial, emotional, and spiritual help to someone who will drive you crazy with their neediness and possibly rip your heart out with their life story?
I don't know. But it is a fact that there is no place to go in Gainesville for free rehab these days - the kind needed by people who have fallen to the point they don't have a home. State funding was cut a year and a half ago when the economic crisis hit.
It is hitting home this week because a dear friend is asking for rehab and there's no place to go. What used to be free is now $150/day. He doesn't have this and neither do we. We're contacting friends far and wide hoping to find someplace that will take him in. He has our home to come back to when he's completed a program.
What is really hard to think of is that he is not alone. His struggles and problems are enough to launch all kinds of wonder about what kind of world we live in. But his story can be multiplied by thousands, maybe millions. People who are as interesting and human as any of us sitting at our computers right now, yet have struggled for years in shame and/or secrecy, fighting these awful battles in their heads, living like "bums" some of them, others able to hang on to the vestiges of a good-looking life while their insides crumble. I have personally known doctors, nurses, teachers, mothers, fathers, and students whose families were able to pull together enough resources to get them treatment and support to jump start their recovery. And I have known some that still flounder, unable to shake it no matter what resources have been provided. But I haven't known any who did it alone.
If you open your heart to the the stories of people, it is hard sometimes to close it back up. Living with addicts, as we do, you get the many glimpses of who they are underneath the addiction - the hard worker up every morning at 5, the one who is kind to children, who is a skilled carpenter, who always offers a hand. What a waste of human life. And what a financial waste to incarcerate them for drug-related crimes when, with that $500/day we spend doing so, we could be offering residential rehab, halfway houses, and job training. Locking them up in prison multiplies the pain - tears apart families, pushes some deeper into poverty, insures that children will grow up without a parent. To what end?
It doesn't have to be this way. What we need is here - caring, committed people who can see the person beneath "the sin," a willingness to use our collective resources (taxes) for the common good. We see this clearly during emergencies and times of war (taxes!). How do we activate all that goodness to make a difference in the every day emergency of addiction?