I lost my sister at a young age. Don’t do drugs! It was a rainy sunday morning, September 4th 2005, when I got the call. It was my mom saying that Elizabeth, my sister, had people over the night before and the house was a mess. She begged Mike and I to come over and help her straighten up. We got to my mom’s house and went inside, as I walked into the kitchen I saw a marijuana pipe. I thought my sister was clean. They just let her off of mandatory drug testing because it was such an “inconvenience” to my mom. I didn’tRead More →