The area Roger grew up in was full of drugs. Everywhere he turned someone was getting high. Even his dad was an addict.
“I had my first beer when I was nine,” Roger said.
A few years later, he found an open bottle of vodka in his mom’s liquor cabinet and drank the whole thing.
“I started popping pills like Vicodin when I was 13,” he said matter-of-factly. “I’d become a full blown alcoholic when I was 17.”
As the years went on, Roger watched as drugs stole the lives of people he cared about.
“My friends are dead, some of them are in prison, some of them are mentally insane,” he said of the people he spent time with in high school.
Roger would have likely ended up on one of those three paths if it weren’t for the support of friends like you.
“Cityteam is the first step,” he said after he’d been in the program for a few months. “There is life outside of here.”