Three months clean
Joe came up to me full tilt, looking ragged and too excited to see me.
“You told me I wouldn’t die.”
My mind went racing for his name, a face, something to help me remember this guy and the conversation. Nothing.
“Remember?” he asked. “I told you I was sick of heroin, and wanted to get into a treatment program. I’ve been clean for three months now.”
Suddenly the light went on. “I was right! You didn’t die,” I pointed out. Joe’s face broke into a grin. “I was mad when you told me that, but it was the truth. I didn’t die.”
No one dies from quitting heroin. Don’t relapse Joe.