May 22, 2009

To Hell With Privacy

By BOB KOCHERSBERGER

I remember too well the day my son confessed his addiction to heroin. I remember the heat and pressure that built inside my head and the lurch of my stomach. I remember the bewilderment and confusion. What on earth did this mean?

That was about five years ago. For the next three years, my son tried residential rehabs, talk therapy, medication, and halfway houses with no success. He also committed four felony robberies, spent 10 months locked up, and, in the horrible end to his

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