It was at the age of eight thay my life was torn apart and I was first introduced to the horrific power of addition.Drug work as a virus that took over my father and turned him into a different man.one day he put my mother and me on a Greyhound bus and calmly waved goodbye as we were no longer what he "needed" in life.Not only did I leave behind a very large part of my heart that day,but I also said goodbye to the comfortable lifestyle that I had grown up in.With my father no longer there to support us,my mom and I were introduced to the ways of government assistance;we were no longer people,just a case file number.life became very hard as my mom struggled to get us through each month.on welfare,we only pulled in per month what most households make in about two weeks.the government didn't take into account that people needed luxuries such as heat and electricity.