I just listened to the Michael Savage episode that you were on recently. Your story made me cry and your bravery makes me proud. I’m a 70 year old man who smoked marijuana for a year from early 1975 to early 1976. I’ll never forget the first time I got high and how much fun (I thought) I was having. I was HOOKED immediately and knew I’d be going back to Mrs. Mary Jane. I smoked almost daily for an entire year and as that year progressed I occasionally felt like I was going crazy at times while I was high, but I’d go back again the next day. One night in early 1976 my life changed forever. I, along with about eight or nine other people smoked a couple of joints. Almost immediately I begin to hallucinate and saw the road going up the sky and while running across a busy street I turned around and I saw me (times six). The first thing I thought of was the marijuana must have been laced with something, but everyone that smoked with me were doing fine.
I made it to the house I was living at and for the next five hours I was in a living hell knowing that I had lost my mind permanently. Before I could think one thought another run entered my head and I have no doubt I was having a psychotic episode. I would have lucid moments also and I remember during one of them I begged God to let me get back to normal and I’d never touch marijuana again. I finally fell asleep after hours of insanity and when I woke up the next morning I was back to my normal self. I thanked God for allowing that and I NEVER touched that poison or any other drug again. I’m also thankful to God for allowing that to happen to me because it cured me from what I know would have bee a life-time of drug abuse and more than likely an overdose because I had such an addictive personality at that time.
I caught the last year of the draft in 1972 and spent two years in the army and after my psychotic episode from smoking pot in 1976 I attended a small college in Winter Haven, Florida. I went to the library one day looking for books on marijuana and I found one titled: Marijuana-Deceptive Weed by Gabriel G. Nahas and that changed my life even more. The book was replete with stories similar to mine and that was long before the potency of marijuana got to the level it is today.
I have been openly anti-marijuana since that night in March of 1976 and I have been on the receiving end of derision from many people including many in my own family. I personally think Marijuana is more harmful than alcohol and one of the many reasons is that people who smoke pot will NEVER say it’s bad for you and to them it’s the panacea of panacea’s. That being said I haven’t talked to too many alcoholics who say that alcohol is good for them and in fact most alcoholics know what they’re doing is bad for them physically and mentally and openly admit it unlike a pot-head.
I commend you for your work and keep up the good fight! My deepest condolences on the loss of your son and I know that could have been me if I hadn’t taken that nightmare trip to hell. I will keep you, your work and family in prayer along with every other family out there facing the same thing. May God bless you and don’t worry about the keyboard warriors who say the things they do to you behind the anonymity of the internet.