Wonder Rocks

Wonder Rocks

Once upon a time there was a little boy who had a mean daddy. This daddy was a big monster and was hurtful to his family. He yelled and screamed and hit and kicked and drank and threatened. His mommy cried because his daddy hurt her. The little boy was afraid of his daddy. His daddy’s anger scared him a lot. The little boy decided that he did not want to be like his daddy. He never wanted to grow up and hurt people. But later the little boy found out that growing up was challenging. School was difficult and chores were difficult and his daddy was still an unrelenting monster. One day he was shown some Wonder Rocks. These were all different kinds and you could eat them or swallow them or smell them or drink them. He was interested in these rocks. So he tried some. He developed a passion for them. They were just what everybody said about them, they made you feel so wonderful. Wonder rocks were the perfect antidote for his fear and sadness. When he took them he didn’t feel scared anymore, sometimes he even felt powerful. Mostly he just didn’t feel at all. They even calmed his nerves and gave him a carefree life. He became attached to his Wonder Rocks and couldn’t go anywhere without them. They were so powerful. They made him very strong indeed. What a magical transformation he found.

In a few years he grew into a young man and he still held onto his Wonder Rocks. He had developed a compulsion to his panacea. It was his constant companion. He was driven to relying on his favorite thing while excluding everything else, He learned that he had to work very hard to get these Wonder Rocks because he now needed then and they weren’t free. He needed more and more of them as he grew into manhood. He had become a slave to his Wonder Rocks. He was in bondage to them; he had to do what they wanted him to do. They owned him.

These Wonder Rocks that relieved so much pain and fear and anxiety were now causing him to suffer every day. They had placed a constant burden on his mind and body to keep him satisfied: Work harder and longer for less and less. Sometimes his body gave out from lack of sleep. Sometimes his had to lie and steal from the people he loved just to get by. He hurt friends and family but he didn’t care because they couldn’t do for him what Wonder Rocks could. They were the only thing that helped him. He couldn’t let anyone or anything get in the way of his method of feeling better. But the little boy wasn’t better; he was sick. He only thought he was better. He convinced himself that he was more alive when he took them. He didn’t realize that these Wonder Rocks were poison and he was very, very sick. He had fallen into addiction. Now he couldn’t live without his Wonder Rocks. So, when his wife left him, he abandoned his children and ran away with a woman who was hooked on Wonder Rocks too. They would be vagabond lovers with nothing but Wonder Rocks as their compass. This was a great answer, he thought to himself, she would never nag him for enjoying his Wonder Rocks like other women because she liked them too. She thought that he was also her answer to a prayer. She would have transportation and money from his job and a supply of Wonder Rocks for as long as she wanted. What they called love was not even close to that. It was simply a selfish way to meet their needs and feed their demons. Even their families could not endure their moral decay and loss of integrity and had to let them go.

Together they suffered the indignities that befell them as they lived their lives for one thing… Wonder Rocks. They lost jobs, traveled from place to place, lived in the street and in their car, and endured hardships, collectors and nerve racking debt because Wonder Rocks had betrayed them. It wasn’t the fix-all it had pretended to be. It was a killer and they couldn’t escape its horror. It stalked them and tormented them daily. There was no relief.

It was an odd thing about Wonder Rocks; it obscured the link between cause and effect for them. They could not figure out what was causing all their misery. They kept failing to connect the dots. Instead of looking within themselves at the root cause (Wonder Rocks) they looked to blame others and their past experiences. After all, they were victims, weren’t they? Their common sense was so like the woman who dropped her sewing needle inside her house and couldn’t find it so she went outside to look for it where the light was brighter. Their solutions to their problems were short term and not based in reality; As long as they used Wonder Rocks they would never be able to make sense of their predicaments.

As times grew harder and life expected more of their tired selves the little boy, now a grown man, hit his partner in a fit of drunken rage. She said she was afraid of him because he gave her a black eye. He had not only harmed himself but he harmed her too. He was facing a jail sentence, if not this time, then in the near future. This aggressive behavior never stops once it starts. It only gets worse with each incident. Their sickness caused misery and rage. Misery and rage, in turn, caused more sickness, and on and on it goes.

When he looked in the mirror of his life, after years of dependence on Wonder Rocks, he could only see the face of his mean daddy who had died twenty years ago. He had adopted a false persona of his deceased father and had become the man he said he would never be. He had lost himself. This is the legacy and tragedy of addiction.

The lesson of the Wonder Rocks:

• The little boy did not find a cure for life’s pain and suffering.  He only found a poison that was confusing his mind and killing him slowly.
• Two toxic people cannot a positive marriage make.
•  It is time for both of them to leave each other behind and find wellness.
• Never try Wonder Rocks if you want a good life.