THE END IS NEAR, unless you fight your own battle. Everything I have shared with you was written from my heart and soul, as I have done with all my manuscripts. Sincerity runs throughout the text of my books, like blood circulating through my veins and arteries. I hope you will pick up on something that will help you realize what your life is all about and aware of the dangers ahead. Today, there’s no possibility for me to immediately impress upon you the importance of your saying “No” to drugs. Perhaps you now have a dear friend or a member of your family involved some way with addiction. Help them, please. There are then two paths for you to travel. You may either shape up or ship out.

*You can be butt-headed and test the waters to see how you too can go have fun, which is more appealing, but your days will be numbered.

* Or you can join in my fight against substance abuse, since you might have lost a dear friend, a member of your family like Jeff the nine-year-old boy whose father and mother will never be the same, or the gentleman who shared his teary-eyed story about his grandson whose life was snatched away from his wonderful family.

     One after another, we will hear more and more about teenage deaths caused by drugs.

     Overdoses overcome the Youth of America, and unless you fight back, your heritage will slide away from the mountains and the shorelines out to sea. You will be in the combat zone, not me.

     The real weapons of mass destruction are spreading across our national territory like we are told about global warming. I am not too wise about the warming issue, but drugs have been my life across the counters for many years.

     Every country in the world is preying on America because we have so much money to squander. Enticement with addiction is spreading the word.

     We are all vulnerable and rapidly losing the battle, proving that addiction plus abuse does precipitate poverty.

     You don’t have to travel away from home; those weapons of mass destruction are in your neighborhood. Take a good look at the way drugs are gift-wrapped to arrive in America. They are coming by boat, planes, underground and even UPS and the US Postal Service. Who knows what’s in that box?

     Look at the web sites selling drugs to everyone of all ages. I have no idea of the lowest aged child who might be smart enough to use a parent’s credit card to make a purchase of addictive drugs but it really is happening.

     I knew when I gave up my retirement that I had a lot to give back, where I was going, who I must share with, and how substance abuse will take you for a ride.

     This is my gift to you—my hours at the keyboard and coming out of my retirement. It ate up eight years of my life to create one hundred and thirty thousand words for the two books on substance abuse. I typed with only one finger on each hand during my writing of Fatal Addiction and Mindless Stupor. I never studied one day of typing, but I made do with what I had.

     In response, I hope you will give me a moment of your time to reciprocate and see why I think it all will be worth it. If I am told that I have saved only one of your young lives, then it will be worth all of my sacrifices.

We are so busy no one is paying attention to the facts. In God We Trust is rapidly fading away. Our American Heritage is floating like a river to the sea.

LET”S ALL FIGHT BACK BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE.       THERE IS A GOD WHO LOVES YOU, AND SO DO I.

– Posted on behalf of Everett Beal