You Just Can't Tell

Today a nice young man helped Josie and I out with the groceries. He was muscular, had a nice clean haircut, and had been joking all along with her about school stuff. Driving out of the parking lot, I commented, "What a nice young man. Maybe you could date him." I only half meant it; I was just drawing attention to his cordial manners.

Josie smiled wanly and shook her head. "He isn't. He's really big into drugs." I was incredulous. "Wow. And you can't even tell it." She replied, "Ya. It's some kind of legal drug, like Loritabs. He has a prescription, and he lies to his mom about taking them. He saves them up and takes them all at once. He offered me one once, I told him no."

"That's horrible," I replied after much thought. "And he looks so nice. He's ruining himself and he doesn't even know it." It really made me think about drugs, and how often my kids might have been offered them.