Hi! My name is Amarah. Kids are important to Jesus and they’re important to me, too.
Jesus said in Matthew 25:40 (KJV), “Whatever you’ve done unto the least of these (kids or adults), you’ve done it unto me.”
“Kids like me” are kids whose parents are drug addicts, and alcoholics, kids who have suffered, or who are suffering, abuse and neglect on multiple levels (trauma), and kids who are victims of bullying.
Do you want to make a real difference on this planet while you are living and breathing? Have you ever considered the difference you would make in this world if you took an extra moment to help the child of an addict? A kid like me? Sarah wasn’t my only addict parent. My other addict parents included my father and my stepfather (who has my baby sister and won’t let us see her as discussed in court, 2013). I am talking years of abuse and neglect which was more than obvious when people saw me, yet no one made the call to help me.
Kids like me are praying for your help.It is up to you to make a difference in their lives. Please, don’t wait any longer, make the call, today: 719-589-7805. You don’t have to give your name.
Today, I am sharing, “Delaney’s Poem.” We have had more comments on Delaney’s Poem than any other column. I am sharing it again today because it reveals the heartbreak-and-destruction of addiction and what it does to sons and daughters, innocent babies and children, parents, grandparents, families and friends. Delaney’s Poem is reality for anyone caught up in the death cycle of addiction:
Mom Shares Late Daughter’s Poem about Heroin Addiction
A parent’s worst nightmare became a reality for Brian and Bridget Farrell when their 23-year-old daughter, Delaney, overdosed from heroin and died recently, 7/1/17. She knew what her monster was, said Brian in a Facebook video that now has more than 11,000 views. She knew she was battling it.
Delaney lost the battle on Saturday. She was found by Williamsport, Pennsylvania, police at a Red Roof Inn where she had previously been employed.
Although Delaney has died, she left behind a powerful poem that has struck a chord with many. The poem, which expresses what it’s like to struggle with heroin addiction, was included by her mother in her obituary (whose online version crashed from a surge of traffic on Friday) after she found it in her daughter’s journal.
Funny, I don’t remember no good dope days.
I remember walking for miles in a dope fiend haze.
I remember sleeping in houses that had no electric.
I remember being called a junkie, but I couldn’t accept it.
I remember hanging out in abandos that were empty and dark.
I remember shooting up in the bathroom and falling out at the park.
I remember nodding out in front of my sister’s kid.
I remember not remembering half the things that I did.
I remember the dope man’s time frame, just 10 more minutes.
I remember those days being so sick I just wanted to end it.
I remember the birthdays and holiday celebrations.
All the things I missed during my incarceration.
I remember overdosing on my bedroom floor.
I remember my sister’s cry and my dad breakin down the door.
I remember the look on his face when I opened my eyes, thinking today was the day that his baby had died.
I remember blaming myself when my mom decided to leave.
I remember the guilt I felt in my chest making it hard to breathe.
I remember caring so much but not knowing how to show it and
I know to this day she probably don’t even know it.
I remember feeling like I lost all hope.
I remember giving up my body for the next bag of dope.
I remember only causing pain, destruction and harm.
I remember the track marks the needles left on my arm.
I remember watching the slow break up of my home.
I remember thinking my family would be better off if I just left them alone.
I remember looking in the mirror at my sickly complexion.
I remember not recognizing myself in my own damn reflection.
I remember constantly obsessing over my next score but what
I remember most is getting down on my knees and asking God to save me cuz
I don’t want to do this no more.
Arboleda, C. (2017). Mom shares late daughter’s poem about heroin addiction. https://www.yahoo.com/beauty/mom-shares-late-daughters-poem-heroin-addiction-210729832.html
Write to me at Amarah’s Kids Like Me, P.O. Box 354, Alamosa, CO 81101. I’m offering World Bible School Bible Correspondence Courses (free/postage paid) to kids like me and their parents, “… and all the earth may know there is a God. …” (1 Samuel 17:46, KJV).
Until next time, remember, Jesus loves you, and Jesus is Lord.