Jacob Bowman

Brent House
English Composition 1010
6 September 2010
A Drug To Remember
Chapter 1
“The Chaser seeking a sack will never look back not realizing in fact that their d
reams are but wasted”
There she came, late as always and not a worry for anybody that maybe he
r late arrival caused any inconvenience. It had been like this for a few years n
ow and all of us could only expect Jennifer to be late no matter what the occasi
on. It was actually surprising when she did show up for every time something cam
e up, she coincidently had an excuse not to appear. She walked to our table at t
he Mexican restaurant we were dining in and looked strangely out of place; she l
ooked distant from this time of reality. Her eyes were always a beautiful green
color but tonight they were dark, dilated, and bloodshot. The immediate thought
of my family and I was “Well, I guess she decided to dose up before she came here”.
The night was filled with an awkward space as we all tried to act as if nothing
was wrong with Jennifer. I guess tonight was like every other night to her: dope
up, show up, and leave as fast as possible to avoid questioning.
Drugs are the most home-wrecking, life-destroying, and mind-altering sub
stances in existence. Meth is by far the very definition of a ruined life and th
e most dangerous drug to ever be taken into your system. It is nothing to play w
ar with and certainly no joke. A survivor of meth is certainly a lucky find, and
even more rare, if they recover fully from their addiction. My sister is one of
the rarest forms of recoveries in that she would never seem to have been on thi
s terrible drug nor ever been affected by its horrible repercussions. Her story
is captivating and inspiring nonetheless that will aspire more intelligent actio
ns with your own children.
Meth is a psychoactive stimulant that will increase alertness, concentra
tion, and energy. It can induce euphoria and enhance self-esteem. These factors
make this drug extremely dangerous because of the effect it gives the brain that
the body is well and positive looking. This also was my sister’s, Jennifer, downf
all.
I was born in a small town called Summerville; not much to partake in bu
t friendly people nonetheless. I was the last child to be born from my parents,
and the only boy, so this was an interesting life growing up with three older si
sters as you can probably imagine. My sisters and I were always playing with our
animals, with each other, or in the pool we so dearly loved. Like most siblings
, though, we did fight quite often but that never stopped us from being as close
as we were. Soon after I reached the age of six, my parents decided to split fr
om each other, devastating my sisters and me. My oldest sister, Haley, was eight
een years old and decided she wanted to live with my father after the split. Thi
s decision she made separated us from how close we were growing up; she did her
own things and really did not interact with us as much as she could have. Haley
moving out caused Jennifer to get involved with the wrong crowd of people being
that Haley was an older influence.
Jennifer was 16 years old when she moved to Rome with me, my mom, and Ke
lsey. At the time I was 7 years old. She knew a few people at one of the local h
igh schools and decided that was where she wanted to continue her junior year of
high school. I can remember the time of moving to Rome because it was such a bi
g change in my life and my two older sisters’ lives as well. The only home we had
ever known was that of our home in Summerville where the rooms were big, the peo
ple were humble, and the size was relatively small. We resided in Rome for most
of our school careers, giving us many experiences to that area and a reputation
built up in the schools. My youngest sister, Kelsey, was eleven at the time and
was attending the local city schools, opposite Jennifer. My mom thought Jennifer
would be fine in the local county high school, but she knew little about what w
as going to be happening at that particular high school and the few so called “fri
ends” Jennifer did have there.
Chapter 2
Jennifer was a fairly big girl, standing at 5 7 and having a little port
ion of fat on her belly. She was very active in cheerleading, cheering on the lo
cal competition gym and also teaching her high school’s cheerleading team their ro
utines. She was a very smart girl and definitely had the capabilities to become
a sophisticated individual, always performing her best not only in academics but
in sports. Jennifer was ambitious, caring, always willing to help somebody--usu
ally by teaching them how to cheerlead--and bringing home poor, stranded animals
she found on the side of the road. You could say she was one of a kind, and a b
ig influence on mine and kelsey’s lives.
I can remember always being close to Jennifer. Kelsey and me had to hav
e a baby sitter growing up because we were always getting into trouble. Jennifer
was dragged in to do the job by mom, her being the oldest in the house, but we
had fun with her and naturally did what we wanted to do. We loved Jennifer to de
ath. We looked up to her and always wanted to be around her because of the thing
s we shared with her. I can remember staying up late with her just to watch tele
vision in her room. A funny memory was that I have always kept was the show we f
requently watched with her at night was one called “Blind Date”, a classic on MTV th
at had a run for its money. Needless to say, Jennifer wasn’t worried about what we
were exposed to as children. She didn’t mind cursing in front of us and actually
could care less about what we got into.
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“Jacob. Kelsey. I swear if you ever do drugs or get anywhere near this stu
ff, I will beat your ass,” Jennifer cursed.
It has been 3 years since the beginning of Jennifer’s drug addiction, noth
ing lessening in the problems she has acquired. Although being on drugs, Jennife
r could see the evil in others drugs cause, making her very protective of my sis
ter and I.
She had a very solemn look on her face that night when Kelsey and I met
her for supper. “I’m not kidding at all. You better promise me you won’t ever do these
things. You see where they have gotten me?”
“Yes,” we both muttered, “we promise we won’t”.
“Good. This is absolutely no life at all”. Jennifer stared into both of our faces as
we sat at the table in the crowded night of Applebee’s. Jennifer had called kelse
y that night and asked her if we wanted to meet her for supper that night. We na
turally said yes because we loved Jennifer and missed seeing her all the time--m
om didn’t like us being around Jennifer because of her drug addiction and the deal
ers that lived with her.
Seeing her made all the difference in the world in that we were never ar
ound her anymore. Jennifer had many homes during her drug-addicted years ranging
from the humble neighborhood of Hidden Valley, to the quiet, country of Cave Sp
ring, to the slums of Lindale. Kelsey and I tried to visit her several times but
usually ended up with us getting in serious trouble with our mom.
“How do you take in meth?” I asked, staring at Jennifer and waiting for a re
sponse.
“He doesn’t need to know that! He’ll end up knowing how to use it,” Ben exclaimed.
Ben was a drug dealer; tall and very skinny but was muscular all at the
same time. He had short black hair, a small, black goatee, and a soft, raspy voi
ce that could only be associated with somebody who consistently smokes. He was a
very shady character, always wearing a hat with baggy clothes and smiled about
as often as he went to church--he doesn’t go to church.
“No, he needs to know how it’s taken in and what it is so he won’t ever be tempted to
do it. Kids do drugs because they don’t know much about them. Jacob, meth can real
ly be taken any way. You can crush it up and smoke it, eat it, or you can shoot
it through a syringe”. Jennifer finished and blankly waited for my response.
“You can eat it?” I stopped with a questioned look on my face wondering why in the w
orld you would want to eat a drug.
“Yes, you can eat it. It doesn’t taste very good, but some people are desperate for
that high they get”. The night continued on--Kelsey, Jennifer, Ben, and I talked t
he rest of dinner, catching up and enjoying each other’s company.
Later after we left the restaurant and said our goodbyes, Kelsey and I w
alked into the house, expecting mom to ask how dinner went. We asked her if it w
as ok that we went to eat with Jennifer earlier that night and surprisingly she
said yes. That was definitely a first that we were not used to at this point, bu
t nonetheless never felt better to make contact with our troubled sibling.
Chapter 3
My dad is very strong man. Standing at 6 2 and having the arm strength o
f a weight-lifter from years of working the line crew at Georgia Power, he could
easily overtake a man and take his share of punches if the opportunity was at h
and. He grew up in the same town I did with the exception of growing up in a ha
rder, harsher, and more complicated life. Back in his day, calculators were a fo
rtune. Families hunted a lot more to feed their families instead of going to the
grocery store for every meal like today’s society. He knows his way around the wo
ods and knows about every knot there is for tying something tight--he is a very
powerful man, emotionally and physically. But, not even a man this strong can ha
ndle every situation. Sure, he may be able to handle a punch, but every man has
his breaking point.
There I sat in the front seat of my dad’s pickup truck. We were on our way
to Rome to visit Jennifer at the jail. We hadn’t visited in quite a few weeks and
my dad had to drop a check off for her to be able to purchase some things insid
e the jail, so we decided to make the commute. This was the third time Jennifer
had been sent to jail, over the same cause as the previous two. It seemed that w
aiting in a cell all day and night was not doing the job to get her off drugs.
Each time Jennifer was taken to jail, it was a feeling of hope that mayb
e, just maybe, she will come out clean. Each time she was sent in with a few mon
ths to complete, she emerged only to disappoint the entire family once again. Ea
ch time she got out, she only got worse. It seemed to me in all of this that jai
l was only making her grave a little deeper each time she was accepted in.
I thought about the memories of Jennifer and me growing up, while riding
in the car to see her. This particular occasion, it seemed that dad was also th
inking about her from the day she was born. He always had a solemn look upon his
face that dawned to everybody something was wrong. He would get this dark look
to himself, eyes almost darkened by these thoughts he had. He wouldn’t look at you
, only stare at the road in disbelief that his life was going the way it was. He
would grow weary and very quiet all at the same time. I would try to speak to h
im about Jennifer but it was like a kid asking for something that he could never
have--dad would only stutter an answer just to satisfy my empty question. Jenni
fer seemed to have this effect on him and only could her problems hit him deeper
than any event in a lifetime.
We reached the jail and by the looks of it, they weren’t open at the time.
Dad formed a disappointed look upon his face and searched around to see if he c
ould find Jennifer’s cell window from the fence. Scoping out the architecture of t
he jail, catching glimpses of other cell mates staring out of the windows at us,
dad finally saw the figure of a white girl. Focusing even closer, it turned out
to be Jennifer, one of few white girls in that jail. Dad’s expression exasperated
from solemn to a grimace. He smiled as we stared at Jennifer waving at the two
of us.
Jennifer has a certain awe about her--she has the most beautiful and not
iceable smile you will ever see in your life. When she smiled, the world lit up
around wasteland and become utopian. She could smile and turn a ruined day into
a perfect day. When you see a girl smile like this even in the confines of a wre
tched waste of jail, you can only hope to not cry for even a few minutes.
Dad waved to Jennifer in her window. He held up the check and mouthed “Whe
re do I need to put this?”. She mouthed a phrase neither of us could make out, but
pointed to the side of the jail. We walked over to the side to find a slot for
money checks where we promptly dropped it off and returned to our sign session o
f talking to each other.
 Staring at each other and exchanging smiles, we lingered on in the parki
ng lot of the jail enjoying the somewhat company of each other. We even exchange
d waves with some of Jennifer’s cell mates that she made friends with. It was like
these people all had happiness inside of them, manners and friendliness that ra
diated to the outside world. I know I felt this sense of friendliness just stand
ing there while Jennifer surrounded by people in the same situation as her. Dad
waved numerous times, trying to mouth little phrases to Jennifer to tell her of
the things that was going on. We were at quite a distance from Jennifer so mouth
movement was not the most practical form of communication.
I was asked if I was ready to leave and I promptly responded with “I guess
so. I’m ready to get home”. Dad turned back to Jennifer, returning to his disappoin
ted face that I was growing more familiar with. He stared back at Jennifer one l
ast time and pointed back to the truck signaling we were leaving. Jennifer’s eyes
gleamed from that window, that dazzling smile appeared, and the hand motions of
I love you were formulated out of the air and sent straight to my dad. He caught
all of this, smirked, and sent the compelling, three-letter phrase that can cha
nge any life right back to her. Jennifer repeated the same hand motions, never s
topping and smiling the entire time.
We walked to the truck and dad unlocked the doors. Both of us opening th
e doors with the same motion, we swivelled into our seats. I fastened my seat be
lt preparing for the drive ahead and noticed the truck wasn’t started. Dad leaned
forward and burst into tears, sobbing loudly and covering his face with his hand
s. Never in my life have I seen any man of his size cry like this, and neither h
ave I seen my dad cry like this. I wanted to cry too but I hadn’t the faintest ide
a of how emotionally stabbing all of this with Jennifer could be. Dad continued
to sob, whimpering every so often and leaning against the steering wheel.
“Don’t you ever do this to me, Jacob! Don’t put me through this again. I can’t h
andle going through this all over again.” Dad sputtered these words out, wiping hi
s eyes and praying his words of wisdom would crack through my skull. His eyes we
re sanguine, his face was flushed and his body quivering from the excitement his
body never experienced in a lifetime. He had enough of Jennifer’s let downs, keep
ing his emotions locked in as she rose in criminal ranking. Seeing her love whil
e she continues to destroy was dismembering his capacity to continue to love her
like his little baby girl. I guess it is true--every man has his breaking point
.
Chapter 4
Months went by and all of us waited, my family and I. Jennifer had serve
d her third jail sentence in the last two years and was now out in the free-roam
ing world. We had thought jail would phase her enough to keep her away from the
past she had recorded within our family’s history book. We had hoped that surely t
his time would be different from the previous times years ago–Jennifer would clean
her act up and accomplish something with her life. We had hoped, but our hopes
aren’t always what we would like them to be. Our hopes are as dead as the desire t
o live forever; we couldn’t hope anymore, but only pray to God that he would spare
her life and give her guidance.
When I was nine, I was informed Jennifer was in trouble because she had
gotten a speeding ticket, but that was certainly far from the actuality. I can r
emember at about twelve years old of learning the real truth about why Jennifer
was getting into trouble. I was not familiar with the seriousness, but only that
it was worse than most things she could do. That was the first time I actually
prayed hard about a situation. I prayed that God would take care of Jennifer, ke
eping her in his eyes, guiding her to the right pathway, and keep her with us an
d away from sure death. My fears of her life were overwhelming, consuming my min
d some days. It was nerve-wracking knowing that anything could happen to my sist
er, something dreadful only ensuing the worst. What was there to believe in–that J
ennifer would be better the next day by her own choice? I could only rely on fa
ith, not hope, but pure faith in God.
As time went by, we saw less and less of Jennifer. She was staying away
from her family, as we were all judgmental of her state of well-being. If she ca
me around, we automatically told her what was wrong and that she needed to come
back to reality from her drug nightmare–at least that is how she perceived the fam
ily to be. Rarely showing her face to her siblings and mother, Jennifer never st
ayed more than a few hours, readily grasping her keys to motor away from the dis
comfort she received from lingering near normal.
Jennifer would never look you directly in the eyes. She would divert her
gaze to and fro away from eye contact anytime she knew somebody was looking at
her. It was uncomfortable for her to be around people who knew her from the star
t–we knew how she really acted and we definitely knew when something was wrong wit
h her.
Jennifer would walk in the door of the house when she made one of her no
t-so-frequent visits and smile. She would slowly motion her body inside of our h
ome, looking around as if something was different, and would keep smiling. We wo
uld gaze at her, noticing the changes she had gone through because rarely when s
he did visit, she would have a different look about her person. At one time, she
became powerfully skinny, showing her ribs and sporting her small, tight shorts
. She faithfully believed that she appeared as attractive as ever and didn’t mind
voicing her opinion to any of us if we were to question her appearance of anorex
ia.
After circumventing the room, Jennifer would pause at each of our faces,
look away, then sit on the nearest couch available. It stayed quiet for a few s
econds and then an awkward laugh to kill the silence that lingered so fondly in
our meetings.
“How have you been lately? Have you been making it ok?” mom questioned, the usual qu
estions of a caring mother.
“I’ve been good. Things have been going ok–just trying to get by, you know? I’ve been fi
xing up the apartment. I figured out how to fix some parts on my car too, so I g
uess you can say I’ve been keeping myself busy.” Jennifer spoke as if everything was
really ok, but in the reality we all knew she was living in, she was not busy a
nd everything was not ok.
“Well thats good. I’m glad you’re making it. You need to stop by more. We miss seeing
your face all the time like we used to,” mom said.
“Well if I wasn’t so busy, I would, but I’m just busy all the time.” Jennifer frequently
excused herself from any situation with the phrase I’m just busy. It was a bookma
rked saying that kept her away from being near family and coercing with the drug
life she partnered with. We knew she wasn’t busy–it seems the nickname of too much
time is busy because Jennifer did not work.
Jennifer did not have any kind of normal job, especially one that requir
ed a drug test at random. She had no work to be done because she wasn’t enrolled i
n college, she had no problems of stress because she stayed home away from the w
orld, and she had no family on her mind to care for each and every day because d
rugs had become all the family she needed. Jennifer was as free as a bird, but a
s tied down to drugs as a medical patient. The last thing that was on her mind w
as caring for others who, in her opinion, judged her no matter what she tried to
do for them. She was a lost cause, causing more grief than probably ever intend
ed. Who could have known that meth would destroy such close family ties? Who wou
ld ever have thought that it would be themselves that are in denial about everyt
hing, not seeming to care about anybody or anything?
“It won’t happen to me. I won’t be like that guy you read about in the papers,”
Jennifer said to herself as she dosed up for the very first time.
Chapter 5
Jennifer sat straight up in her wooden chair, sternly bearing the surrou
nding eyes of the court room. Mom and Kelsey sat behind Jennifer in the civilian
seating of the courtroom, anxiously awaiting what was to ensue. The room, hazed
with grief and depression, loomed in the foreshadowing of future plans for a tr
oubled life. The audience of this dreary atmosphere gossiped as usual, murmuring
what they thought the outcome of this case could possibly succumb to.
The room was open, plenty of spaces for crowds of the masses to witness
legal justice at its best. The walls were white and bare, just like the thoughts
 of any convicted criminal that appeared before their presence. The wooden table
s were glossy, covered with paper work from attorneys and shadowed by the hands
of the waiting defendant. The chairs squeaked at the tiny adjustment of a muscle–J
ennifer’s mind looked blank, but her face showed relentlessness. She wasn’t afraid o
f what was going to happen. Jennifer was ready to accept what is to be given to
her and never show a sign of weakness about it–thats just the type of person she w
as.
7 months prior to this court date, Jennifer was bailed out of jail, wait
ing for this particular day. At this point, she had been clean from meth for clo
se to a year and had no intention of going back to it. She was doing better–much b
etter than we would ever have imagined. She had found her faith in God, reading
the Bible every night and praying to God to help her through these changes she h
ad been going through. Jennifer attended a church regularly that many substance
addicted lives visited to free their chains of such deface. She was active in th
e service, even managing to preach a few sermons on getting your life back toget
her after a struggle with addiction. Jennifer had become famous because her stor
y of coming off addiction to save what she had left was so powerful and inspirin
g that not even the preacher could believe it. Yeah, I guess you can say she has
changed, a lot.
The bailiff in the court room shouted his usual phrase “All rise for the j
udge”. Everybody in the court room rose as a single body as the judge walked in, t
aking his seat. The court room filled with noises of shuffling to sit down as th
e judge did. The faces of the court room were all lined with an anxious look, le
aning in to listen to what important words the judge had decided on.
“Jennifer Lynn Rogers. I see you were captured for possession of 1oz of methamphet
amines, making that an intent to distribute. Do you have anything you would like
to say before I tell you my decision of legal punishment?” The judge stared at Je
nnifer waiting for a response.
Jennifer looked straight to the judge, pacing her eyes over his surround
ing bench the judge presided at. She turned and looked at her attorney for a mom
ent, then faced back front and center. She took one deep breath, slowly, as if i
t was her last breath. “No Sir. I have nothing to say of my convictions.” Jennifer c
losed her mouth and braced the forthcoming of bad news.
“Very well,” the judged muttered. “Jennifer Lynn Rogers. For possession of 1oz of meth
amphetamines and intent to distribute, I hereby sentence you, by the State of Ge
orgia, 1 year and 3 months in federal prison. Location and preparations will be
handled in 1 week.”
The court room, once silent, erupted into the soft chatter of gossip abo
ut the ruling. Jennifer kept a stern face, not even showing the slightest emotio
n of sadness. She almost appeared to be mad about the situation, but nonetheless
reaped what she had sown. I looked over to Mom and Kelsey who were red in the f
ace, sobbing their eyes out over the disastrous news. Neither could bear the fac
t that they wouldn’t see Jennifer for that long. I was more upset about the situat
ion, although I didn’t show it until later. She was such a role model to me, even
on drugs. Losing her for that long was devastating to my young age–I wanted her to
see me grow up and help me with any problems I might have faced in the time. I
had my own share of sobbing a few days later, breaking down to just the thought
of her face.
Since Jennifer had become clean, she was living with us, sharing so much
laughter and happiness that we haven’t shared in almost 6 years. It was a tragedy
in our hearts, losing somebody even for just a short period of time. On this da
y of September 29th, 2008, Jennifer would serve her last sentence, hopefully rel
ieving her of any trouble she had left in her mind. I will never forget the day
I cried so much over one person and I certainly was not afraid to show it either
. Maybe it is for the better...
Chapter 6
I drove home from school as fast as I could–my heart skipping beats, my fi
ngers twitching, and my legs quivering. Today was finally the day. It was Februa
ry 2nd, 2010, I was heading home to meet Mom and Kelsey to travel to the airport
and pick up our beloved Jennifer. Thoughts were zooming through my head of what
 could come of the meeting: What is she going to look like? Is she going to be a
cting different? I rummaged through memories to try to remember what my last enc
ounter with Jennifer was. It seemed so long ago and yet, it hasn’t been that long.
What was to come was uncertain, but I was not alone in the illness of being jit
tery.
As I arrived in my driveway, singing as loud as I could in udder excitem
ent, I turned the key of my Ford Ranger to signal the end of its journey. I leap
ed from my car to the driveway, almost sprinting to the door to meet my mom so w
e could leave the house as soon as possible. Walking through the living room, I
located Mom and promptly looked at her, giving her the sign of I’m ready to leave
now, so let’s go! “Are we leaving soon?” I questioned, perplexed. Mom looked at me, ch
uckled a bit to herself, and began to open her mouth. “Not yet. We’re not leaving fo
r another hour or two.” All my excitement turned into a storage of surplus–I couldn’t
believe I had to wait a few more hours before we left to make the trip of a life
time. But I thought to myself Why rush? Jennifer is on her plane, just as anxiou
s as we are and she can’t just make the plane go faster. I had the better end of t
he deal as I thought on about it.
The time had finally come. Kelsey arrived home and we began loading into
our mom’s 4-door sedan. We left the neighborhood, motoring to the interstate to m
ake our trip to the airport. Mom was driving fairly fast, but had it been Kelsey
or me driving, a speeding ticket would have been in order on our journey.
Time went on and we passed cities, getting closer and closer to Atlanta–mo
re importantly, Jennifer. The car never stopped, seemingly as if it had Jennifer
on its non-existent mind as well. We listened to songs, singing together in joy
to pass the time. We made each other laugh, thinking about the hilarity of Jenn
ifer being back with her antics of humor the three of us enjoyed. This sped up w
hat seemed like a long trip, letting us arrive at our destination before we knew
it.
We stopped at a park and ride lot so a bus could take us to the airport
and drop us off with ease. Climbing aboard the transient bus, not a smile left e
ither of our faces. The bustle of busy travelers was calm at the time, but we co
uld only wonder what their travels were taking them to. We exchanged looks of ha
ppiness with the other travelers, wondering if they knew the excitement of picki
ng up a loved one from the airport. Our ride was short and took us to the front
of the airport. We exited with many thanks to our driver, leaving as quickly as
we could. Seeing the terminal we were supposed to go to, the three of us began p
ower-walking, overcoming many late-arriving travelers who were about to miss the
ir flight.
Coming across the terminal, we see other families waiting for their love
d ones to arrive. We knew right then we would fit in with tears and hugs consumi
ng the atmosphere. It had been 30 minutes since Jennifer’s plane had landed and we
were becoming weary but knew she was inching closer to our hearts.
We thought it would be great idea to surprise Jennifer, being it is alre
ady a surprise to see her after so long. Moving over to behind the escalators, w
e watched through windows to make out her body type from behind. “Do you see her?” K
elsey quizzed.
“I don’t see her yet,” mom answered back.
“Wait, is that her?” Kelsey exasperated. “THAT’S HER!”
The two women sprinted off, leaving me in the dust to catch up. Rounding
the corner we met up with the most gorgeous face we had known her to have. Catc
hing up, we surrounded Jennifer with back-breaking hugs, tears streaming down ou
r faces as we laughed in happiness. This day was like heaven–meeting up with one w
ho felt so lost had become a reality of touch. She was back, better than ever, a
nd had finally torn away from the evil that circled her life. Our family was bac
k together, wounds healed, and better than ever. It was a new beginning from a t
ragic end–never again will this evil enter the boundaries of my family.
Jennifer came out weighing 40 lbs more than she entered prison with. She
is healthier than she’s been in her life and continuing to prosper. The night we
picked her up, she was taken to report to her half-way house to serve a month of
recuperation. She made many friends in the house, including a famous rapper and
several wealthy individuals. While in the house, Jennifer was required to obtai
n a job. She found a marketing company that sells advertisements and is in her 9
th month of working for the company. Not only is Jennifer doing better, she has
obtained the title of one of the top sellers in her company and receiving a prom
otion as area manager of five offices up in the northern region of the country.
She still attends church, prays, and loves with her whole heart. She is very luc
ky at the turn of events that came out for her. Less than 1% of meth addicts mak
e a full recovery, and even less than that make a recovery like Jennifer did. On
e event changed an entire family and continues to overtake many others. Don’t let
it happen to you. It all started with meth.