Letter: Help for addicts isn't adequate
I know my daughter is not the only one, and perhaps that is what makes it so hard ["Heroin's new rise," News, June 24]. People whose lives are ruined by heroin addiction could be my daughter, your son, your niece or nephew.
My daughter is my heart, but heroin is her love. She steals for it, lies for it, has tossed her family, friends and jobs aside for it.
They have been together for many years. We have tried separating them a number of times but the attraction, supply and demand overwhelm her, and back she goes. She has sold treasured items, left the comfort and love of home for the cold streets -- no food, no place to turn -- all for heroin.
My family has learned much about how the system works and doesn't. We have learned how few resources there are for us. Each time the phone rings, my heart skips a beat thinking surely this is the call to identify a once-beautiful girl with so much to aspire to.
The streets are winning the game while others and I buy cemetery plots.
Penny Greenfield, East Meadow