I want to tell you a story that I hope can change someones life. My story sure has changed mine. My nephew was the world to me. His name was Trevor, and he was one of the best looking, well liked, and most talented kids you ever met. Just looking at him, you knew he was special. He was good on a BMX bike. The only person I know that could flip a back flip on one. He was good at riding dirt bikes, he could sing. He was amazing, had the whole world in his hands. Then he started slipping. He had met a girl that introduced him to pills. They would smoke them. I knew he was doing something, but I didnt know what. Then it turned into doing heroine. After two weeks of being on it Trevor looked like he was literally dead. I talked with him and asked him why are you doing this? He said He wanted to quit but the with drawls were horrible. I said suffer through them , then don't touch the stuff again. He said it wasn't that easy. I told him Trev you keep doing that shit there is only one place it's gonna take you, you will die. I tried running his friends off, when instead I should of grabbed him up and never of let him go. 30 days of using, robbed Trevor, it robbed me, his parents, his brothers, his grand parents, all of us. Trevor is gone. I feel like I really let him down. I should of done more. You can not rewind time. So if you know anyone that is struggling with heroine addiction, do not give them the opportunity to walk away grab them up and get them help the very second. Don't lose someone dear to you the way I did.