David Lasowitz
Bio
My name is David, I'm 32 years old and have always had a desire for writing and the wonderful aspects of anything art. I've always thought I had a really on going never end creative mind and hope to write stories that will captivate anyone.
Stories (2/0)
Rise to Resolution.
Dear Self, As I scrolled along these challenges this one took my eye. I think a true resolution only can come from a story in your life per say. Something you deeply want to change about you. Some can be with how you may look or a silly thing as a diet change. Mine comes from a much darker place and I hope that with this challenge weather I place first or don't place at all. I hope that a message can get out through my story. My name is David and I used to have a very strong addiction to pills. An addiction that overtook my life without me even realizing it. I had a great job at the point in time this happened, I worked for Bridgestone Tires and was on my way up in life in getting married and starting to finally branch out and make a path through life when I fell into the downward spiral that was pills. I started talking them just to get by and forget the day, forget the pain. Escape for a moment from the tough world I was about to walk through. During my job with Bridgestone it started effecting my job performance to the point that I got sick and had to finally leave the company which in turn lead to the collapse of my relationship. I was ashamed and broken but even that couldn't break the habbit that was pills. The escape as I said before that was that high. To just get away. So I moved back home with my mother to get back on my feet. I found a less decent job that I disliked and ultimately as you can probably guess couldn't handle. The pills had taken over my life. I spent everyday thinking of how or when my next fix would be. How I would get it at any cost. What went from a little habit soon was turning my world around. The pills started taking precedence over everything in my life to the point that I pushed my own mother away, I lied. I stole from her. I damaged the most trusted relationship one should have over a pill and I felt I was the victim. If she had just given me the money.. Had just taken me where I wanted. To just give in so I could have that high. One night, I had had enough of it all and decided I would instead steal what I couldn't buy. It was one bikeride away down into town in the middle of the night for pure bliss. This bliss turned into nothing but a nightmare when on the way home from getting my score, I was run down by an SUV. Be it they didn't see me or I just didn't care if I was seen. They ran me down. I lay there as they took my money. My pills. My phone. Everything I had just to be rolled into a ditch left for dead. If it wasn't for a passerby that saw my broken bike in the road who knows what fate I would have had. I was picked up 15 minutes from home where I was bleeding out and rushed to the ER. All for a rush. A high. I was clinically declared dead in the ER at one point but was revived as we got into the hospital. I only remember flashes and voices and then darkness. I was rushed in where I had emergency surgery to close my wounds and repair what was a completely crushed right leg that had been ran over. During the many blood transfusions, I was again declared dead once again for 5 minutes until being somehow pulled back to life. I woke in the hospital after that with a tube in my throat and tubes feeding me through my stomach and only a reminder of that night by the reflector mirror that had hit the back of my head and broke off from the SUV that hit me. I struggled to come to grips to what happened but after 6 months of recovery in the hospital I started to have a revelation. That I had truly destroyed every aspect in my life and the ones around me and I had almost been killed all for my own selfish habit that was pills. I eventually did get better, the scars healed, although I am left with some scars that are reminders of what could have been. The one thing I do hold into deep appreciation is the fact that, the one person I hurt the most. The one person I thought hated me, was the one person that stood by my side, changed my tubes when I was home recovering and fixed up my wounds. My dearest mother. I will never be sorry enough for everything I did to her and I still try to repay it to this day. Even before the accident I had been getting into trouble, going to jail and it was her that payed to help me out that ultimately lead to that accident. After the accident, and I was back up on my feet I was mad at world, mad at everything still playing a victim. Soon after though, I finally came to terms that it was all my own wrong doings, my selfish behaviors that lead to all of this and the only true person that stood by my side was her. With all this said, my new years Resolution is that I plan to share the happiness I have now in life with anyone who needs that lifting hand. Or feels worthless. Hopeless. Defeated. You can overcome addiction. You can achieve true self worth if you just believe in yourself and hold close those who are dear to you especially in these days that we currently live in. We all forget sometimes the little things we take for granted. Just being kind, lending a hand, helping someone else you may think is going through addiction even can be a great inspiration and maybe just maybe will save the next lost boy from going through what I did. It took literally dying and going through hell to realize my life was worth more than a pill. Something so simple. So small. Can destroy everything. So I say to myself in this resolution. Keep strong. Keep being clean and share my story with whoever I can. I now run an anti bullying page on Facebook for anyone dealing with bullying and hate that could even end up to drug addiction. This year I will strive to be a leader to others and take care of those I love. Never take life for granted. Take time to step back and see the joy in life because it truly can be over in a moment. I hope with this story and resolution others can maybe find some strength to keep up the fight in the world that we live in now. That there is hope. Stay away from drugs, keep healthy and headstrong. Stop the hate. The bullying. There is only ONE race in this world. Human. In closing, self, let's keep up the progress and work hard and honest. God bless everyone.
By David Lasowitz3 years ago in Motivation
