Hard to rise and shine in the brisk mountain frosty daylight.A limo trip to the north Georgia mountains to detox the systems.Unusual story shared by nurse while sticking a needle in my arm.

Coffee sizzling on the campfire.    Well, not quite.

Not quite daylight while my Samoyed began to stir around,Too damn cold for a flea, and the coffee pot is even perking too early.The down comfort was snug around my neck and sleepy time had not ascended.

The heavenly scent of blended Maxwell House aromas stirred my desire to rise and shine.However, the thought passed through my gray matter that registered on my mind there was an appointment to keep at the new doctor's office.We figured by filling out the forms and satisfying the "vampire" who will take our blood  we will be ahead of the game when we go to have our physicals done next week.

By then the physician will read our profiles and     inspect the new numbers.The nurse was sucking another sample and said,"ya'll are smart, the office will be packed with everyone coughing and blowing the flu bugs out of their nostrils.The doctor will be ready for you."

Regina noticed I was an author and wanted to ask me about Fatal Addiction.When I told her it was about the drug world, she shared a story which I can use in my new sequel;

"We used to have a detox center here in Clayton,Georgia.I worked there and it was super when it was for alcohol addiction only.It is a beautiful building overlooking the mountains and the food was wonderful.

When drugs got so bad and addiction took over, the rich patients flew in from all over the world to Atlanta.A limo driver would pick up their baggage and have the door open when they walked out." Regina shared.

"Welcome to Atlanta, Gawga," the driver from the Bahamas slurred.

"Hey mon, you need a little weed and a good drink.I got gin shooters.Just help yourself, in the fridge.You on your way to Woodrich, how 'bout some wheelers and dealers, I got 'nections on the way jus' waiten for ya." 

It was a well known fact most all the patients who flew in and limo'ed up came in on a high.They remained 'til they were detoxed and completely sober.Some of them even stayed around long enough to hire a guide to go trout fishing in the Appalachian streams and some played golf on the mountain courses nearby.

"Call when ready" the limo driver said while leaving his card.For awhile it was like a mountain resort, but soon junkies, pushers,and addicts from all over took control of the center.It was a lost ball in a high winds.Drugs are taking over these beautiful mountain villages and resorts, what a shame.

Is there never an end to it all? At times I feel like I am fighting a losing battle.Then, when I know I have listened patiently and might have created a change for another life, it's all worth the cause.

Please help me fight drug abuse.                       Everett Beal Rph./author or Fatal Addiction