The misleading drug purchase that nearly killed us both…

First, a very true, short story of my wife’s and my experience, followed by a beautiful knowledge EVERYONE needs to know, and should most absolutely share with EVERYONE and ANYONE in EVERY and ANY chance you get…

The night we, my wife and I, both dodged the bazooka cannonball, painted that pretty shade of blue…
That night we out ran the Grim Reeper himself, which took the souls of four others that same night, who were on the same boat we were on too…

That night we were handed the loaded gun in the disguised costume of a shinning blue pill at the low-low price of $100 for ten…
That night you, my love, were falling asleep and I too almost faded beside you on that loveseat, my mom would have found us with our souls departed from our deceased vessels, she wouldn’t have been left with a saving prayer in her heart of hearts ending with a closing Amen…

That night, one who I helped raise as a little, pre-teen, lost and so angry at the universe. One who I truly believed would never even consider doing me wrong, especially not cause me harm, not only handed us those little blue pills of death. But, as well, fled the scene when you, my dearest wife, were beginning the decent down the devil’s spiralling waterslide of doom toward your very death…
That very same person, not only showed us how to smoke those shinny little blue tablets, lied to us about what they actually were AND as well after we almost died, got us hooked on the Devil’s Kryptonite, know as, the one and only, Meth…

That night, I would have snuggled up to, my souls mate, my wife, fell asleep and drifted off to death, leaving my angel of a mother, to find us like that. If, lucky for us, the one who sold us those little blue death tablets, if he didn’t get so squirrelly and swiftly find an excuse to flee our house, showing me we weren’t just falling asleep, but infact slipping away from the realm of the living…
That night we almost died, lucky for us and my sweet, saint Mamma, once he fled our house, I received Gods saving grace of flooding adrenaline through my veins, providing me with the ability to, not only survive myself, but as well the ability to save my wife by calling 911, talking to the female dispatcher as on you, CPR I was giving…

That night we took what we were told were Percocets, we found out several days later were not Percs at all, but in fact the deathly drug named Fentanyl which, to the most evil, was closely kept…
Once we were told what they were and told that the same batch of fake Percs killed four others the night we took them and two others the next night, we disposed of the little blue death tablets that we had left…

But, did we learn not to trust the one I once referred to as a little brother after that fact? No, after that night we almost died, still we trusted him enough to accept Meth…
We didn’t, until over two years after we purchased those fake Percs, from the one I previously called family and one who called herself “Meow”, did not learn to not trust anyone selling street drugs randomly, not even someone vouched for by your most trusted sister who may be named Marybeth…

Low and behold the moral of this short story of the night we almost died from those little blue death tablets we believed were only thirty milligram Percs…
Is this; the darkness and darkest aspects of the drug world residing on back alleyways and hidden streets which have no lights, is misery loves company, the dark ones want everyone hooked on their chemical compounds over their competitions ones, even if many must die for them to accomplish their end goal and even in those we without a doubt believe we can trust, in them, too, evil and destructions still so dramatically lerks…

From my above story as an example, receive my message written below with an open heart.

I will forever and always be committed to, NOT snitching or ratting on anyone, but in fact be forever committed to teaching everyone who I discover is even on the verge of being at risk of drug abuse, especially street drugs, or even just is around ones who abuse or take street drugs, teaching them this;

There is now, always has been, and forever will be such a thing called the "Hipaa Law" which means, in a situation revolving street drugs, if you or someone you're with is dying from a drug overdose or deathly drug reaction and you make the call to 911, this is true, I promise you, that when the paramedics and police show up, there could literally be drugs and drug paraphilia out, every drug under the moon in the system of the one you're calling to save and in fact the police WILL NOT arrest you, your friends, or the one you called to save. The Hipaa Law prevents the police from persecuting you, your friends at the scene or even the one you called to save who has whatever drugs in their system. All the police and paramedics will want to do, I sincerely promise you, is save the life of the one they were called to save. I not only know this from being familiar with the Hipaa Law for other reasons, but have, as well, first hand knowledge of how the Hipaa Law protects us all, from the very night in my story above, as when the parametrics and police arrived to save my wife, they DID NOT make even one singular attempt to persecute me or my wife for the drugs not only in our systems, but as well for the drugs out in the living room where they found me performing CPR on my dying wife.

So please oh please I beg of you reading this now, to not only take these words into your own heart, but as well spread the message of saving grace that, I promise to you is true, no one on the scene or one/ones being escorted to the hospital to be saved, will be persecuted for all or any drugs found on the scene or in the system of the one/ones hospitalized.

The worst that will happen, is what happened to my wife that night. Once revived from the dead, she and I told the doctors the only thing we took were Percocets and refused to them to snitch on the one who sold them to us, this is the worst that happened. They did not (now we understand why, now knowing it was actually Fentanyl) believe us when we swore up and down it was just Percocets, telling us the amount of Opioids in my wife's system could absolutely not be merely from thirty milligram Percocets. They, with valid reasons, believed without a doubt that we were simply lying to them about what we took, not considering that we were the ones lied to. So, in their frustrations, after reviving my wife, they swiftly discharged her without further evaluating her health, as in past hospital visits, they most certainly did, as in this situation, believed us to be uncooperative, therefore took no hesitation to send us out the door. And YES, that my friends, is in fact THE WORST THAT WILL HAPPEN... So please, I beg of you to, not only remember this message and shared knowledge of the saving grace Hipaa Law, if you're ever in a similar situation as I was in, in being forced to make the decision to call 911 despite the fear of law enforcement persecuting or apprehend you or anyone you care about, but as well I plead with you now, to not only remember and believe in the Hipaa Law, but as well, spread the word to everyone and anyone, every and any chance you get. Please I plead with you. And, in behalf of my future self and your future self, I thank you.

Thank you for reading till the end 💞🙂💞

Written by, the one and only;

Ashley Michelle Hard

Lyrics by Ashley Michelle Hard