Good Morning, Some lives are terrible, it's true and I guess we all see it from time to time. Don't you wish sometimes we could do just that little bit extra. Not to detract from your fellow: when I was an 80%-er, I was being OST'd by a Para one night when we happened upon a 24 y/o heroin addict in a terrible state. Hooked on heroin since 12 y/o, a raging chest infection, no significant peripheral venous access as he'd well used those, he'd been injecting directly into his femoral arteries, one of which was now useless. The other was a partially open, weeping sore that he was having difficulty with. He was doubly incontinent, pencil thin and had the most awful deathly pall about him. He refused to let us near him, though we did get him on the back of the ambulance and he asked if we had anything he could clean up with, so we let him do that. He wanted to know if he could inject straight into his heart through his chest. He refused hospital, stating that he didn't want to keep us from more important, more deserving cases and left with two Christian Outreach workers. I wonder if he survived the night - my Para didn't think he would. Society can argue all it wants about drugs - and I still think alcohol is one of the most dangerous - but what the hell happens in a 12 y/o life to get then hooked on heroin?