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Drugs don't just affect the drug taker, but everyone connected to them. I watched in pain and powerless despair, as my once-beautiful, sensitive, intelligent daughter turned into a desperate, emaciated wreck, grimly surviving by resorting to undesirable means to pay for the drugs that were killing, not only her, but also a part of me.
Our family had occasional glimpses of hope, when she began various programs to try to break free from the vicious hold of heroin. None were effective, and each time they failed, the slide back into the hell of drugs left us all feeling more hopeless, helpless and lost than before.
My mother, provided a ray of hope. She found, in her local newspaper, a picture of a happy mother and daughter and read their success story with the Narconon Program. It took my daughter three months, eviction, and a near-jail sentence to break through her drug-blurred reality and agree to try this new hope, and it was the happiest day for me, in the ten years of her drug-taking history, when she stepped onto that plane!
Yes, it did cost money, about the same cost as the funeral that she was heading for... but it was the best money I have ever spent.
My daughter has now graduated from the program... a strong, aware, happy, healthy, competent, able young woman, ready to take her place in the world. I sincerely hope that my story will encourage other families to get their sons and daughters into Narconon, and to trust that there is a way that really works!
[A letter from the mother of one of our students]
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