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Emotional Thoughts on A Lost Bag of Dope


I attend the University of The Living. All my education comes from first-hand experience's life throws my way.

Taken by Julie Zebley

Taken by Julie Zebley

Going To The Craft Store

This specific day was like no other, as many blogs and books will begin in a describing way. Ironically, it is exactly how my day was beginning in the suburbia neighborhoods where my sister dwells in the daily happenings of her busy life. Like many others before her, coming and going with only their needs on their mind. Many not even thinking how today could be the day they find a bag of dope on the road. I was no different. Completely oblivious to even the thought being mentioned. Onward I carried.

Deciding a trip to the local craft store was needed for more art supplies when I had no choice but to stop and fill up my car. Was next door to walking it. My car was running on fumes. Thing is, I had gotten lost due to not knowing the area. Wondering now, if I was placed at the right place, at the right time.

A Bag is Not A Bag Until You Fill It

Taking a double look is an understatement. It was noticeable before stepping out of the car. It shined like a pretty penny. And for a brief second the thought of it being tobacco crossed my mind. Then it left after I walked past it to go inside to pay. The decision was already made to phone out the police. That was dope! And my heart raced with many a thought, including could I be blamed for this.

As you can tell in the fuzzy photo, the dope is in a sandwich bag and twisted off. Surely this was not left behind in hopes a child would pick it up. Surely. But what if it was, my overactive brain went to pondering.

Safety of Our Neighborhoods

Drugs are everywhere. Now it was sitting on the ground at pump 6 at the local gas station. No more than 10 feet away from where I stood to pump. Waiting for some soul to recognize it, pick it up, and take it in.

While some who use would call me silly for phoning this into the police department, it does not concern me of their thoughts. What does though, is the reality of our streets. Where our young children roam. And what lingers next to their innocence.

It goes without saying that there are many articles across the way that speaks about the unsafe factors of marijuana. There are reads that support it, as well. But truly, to randomly come across it on the road like this, is a dangerous reality of how much dope truly exists. Stealing the minds of our future generations. Loading the prison walls. Costing taxpayers a heftier fine due to someone else's illegal doings. And no matter how medical marijuana is legal for some, this bag on the road is enough for jail time. Another mind wasted.


Calling The Cops

Truth? It concerned me calling and speaking with the cops. Another factor our world is now facing. Who do you trust? Knowing there was no way a drive off with no concerns was not happening in the near future, the dreaded call was made. It went smooth and officials came out. The dope was now off the road.

The Other Scenario

A young teen walking to the store to buy a candy bar sees the bag, picks it up and "enjoys" the effects. Now we have another user on the road. A pain to society and rehab centers across the nation. All because one person's addiction/dealings, has little to no regard for another person's life. It is about the money.

It is not the bag being on the ground that is the moral of this realty. It is the lack of care for life. That is the bottom line. Because if a user or dealer cared, there would be no drugs found on the road like this.

Talk To a Dealer

Dealers believe that it is your responsibility to be responsible for how much of a drug you intake. That if you overdose and die, you know the ropes of using. They have no blood on their hands. At least that is their mind set. Perhaps trained and warped to help them get through their day. Yet they sell lethal forms of how to get high. They do not care. It is about the greenbacks. It will buy them what they want, as you snort, sniff, inject and smoke your life into the garbage pail. And if you die, it was not a human who died, but a money-making prospect. Now here it is, a large bag of dope, at pump 6.

Driving Away

While playing a roll in the fight against drugs was nowhere on my mind when waking up that morning, it became so and has been since finding this bag only three days earlier. Most likely, finding another bag will never happen in my lifetime but let it be known should it happen, my reactions will be the same. The only thing different I would do ... take a better photograph.


Louise Elcross from Preston on October 03, 2019:

I still understand your anger. I used to feel like that when my brother was a young lad and smoked it 40 years ago. I used to beg him to get help with the need to use weed. I hated drugs and the damage they do then and now. My daughter was an alcoholic and I wrote about that experience here on hubpages. The pain and damage the legal drug alcohol has brought to my family is immense. However, I know many, well dressed, professional, loving and caring, intelligent people that smoke cannabis. They have good lives, happy families and contribute towards society and are good people.

I find it very sad that young people or anyone who is an addict and hope they would seek help. Weed smoker or not, you are all worthy of love.

Thanks for sharing. I found it an interesting read.

Julie (author) from United States of America on October 03, 2019:

Hi Louise. While I appreciate and respect what you have stated, my article was not about agreeing to marijuana being legalized. It was about finding it on the street. Where a child could have been subjected to ingesting it. That is what I am against. Street drugs are still not legal the last I looked. I will never vote street drugs in. Legal dispensaries is all in all a different topic I should embark on writing about.

Yes, I believe legal, non-street controlled marijuana is amazing for persons in pain. I have witnessed this with my mom who is currently fighting cancer. I believe doctors should take persons who speak of pain, as you are, a bit more serious. Instead of handing out narcotics approved by the FDA which causes addiction, they should consider a smoking alternative to those who do not care for oils.

As far as destroying the illegal substance myself when I came across it ... not a chance. Like it or not, that was an illegal drug. Refuse to incriminate me over someone else's habit by placing my fingerprints on stuff like that. The police department handles the criminal side to life. My job at that moment in my mind was about protecting any innocent children, and myself. From what is still an illegal drug.

Louise Elcross from Preston on October 03, 2019:

I understand this right, you are upset finding drugs on the floor of the street. You phoned the police and said what? Why could you have not just picked it up and destroyed it. I come across people often that preach that weed is evil and too disgusting to even set eyes on. That is understandable when you believe what you believe. That is your belief and others might think differently to you. Weed, Marjuana is not an evil drug. It is a naturally growing herb given to us by God to help with pain of arthritis and many other conditions. Its the sellers that want the most money that they can get that are the problem. Make it legal and then people like me and millions of others would get the help we need to deal with our pain. Prescribed legal pain relief has rotted my stomach and I am unable take. Would it be so wrong of me to accept and naturally growing plant if it helped with my pain? When I am in constant pain cannabis is my only relief.

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