Cocaine rocks, paper, scissors, go…maybe not in that order
Ever watch those movies where someone comes across the bag full of cash and drugs and you wonder what would happen next and what they would do? Ever thought about what you would do?
Well, scratch off the part about the cash and lets discuss what we did, A, B, C and I.
Rocks…We started off in Hollywood. Fresh from Massachusetts, we settled in a motel, emphasis on motel, not hotel. We were far from ballin’ (meaning very well off) as they say. I believe it was after the first or second night one of us admitted to how uncomfortable the beds were. Another might have said we should flip the mattresses. Removing thin comforters and sheets off the bed, one of us felt something. Why so lumpy? Suspicion ran through us all. Scissors… Grabbing a small pocket knife a tear was made in one of the mattresses. Eyes bulged and eyebrows raised. Another mattress, another tear. Was it what it looked like? Was this really what it appeared to be? Did I leave my somewhat comfortable futon bed back in the apartment my brothers and I now shared to sleep on a crack cocaine infused mattress? Like seriously?
C, who was showing us the ropes, confirmed it was what it was. It was decided it had to be removed from the room where we stayed. Go…We also decided we had to get out of there, period. I blinked. Paper (money)…Before I knew it, stuff was being sold on the corner and whatever security we felt for just having a place to rest our heads was diminished by the fact that this motel was ‘hot’, and not in a good way. I’m no where an expert on drugs and how much they cost but I will say that the findings from our mattresses combined could have made an excellent beanbag chair. Okay, a little exaggeration, but it was a lot. Enough to know whomever put it there would definitely be back.
From living a typical teenage/young adult life, having house parties, staying out late, and anticipating the return of my mother from her trip, to now having no maternal guidance, full of anguish and sleeping on mattresses that encased drugs and unknown troubles. Finding the rocks opened my eyes to my surroundings. Why hadn’t we noticed the suspicious looking residences of the motel, the prostitute infested street, and the uneasiness of the environment around us? What new beginning was this? God, how is this my life? This new existence of mine was getting scarier by the day.
Eventually, a return call. A check in call to whomever back in Massachusetts. “How is everything”, a family member asks? “Fine.”
Fine. Yea right.
Deuteronomy 31:6 Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.
…This new life was starting off rocky. But He was with me all the while. That whole thing would’ve gone so much worse had He not been.
…Thank you God for being there even when I didn’t acknowledge it.