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"My drug use started with Ecstasy at
the age of 18. I had it all, a good job, nice car, I
was in college, had a close relationship with my
family, an incredible girlfriend and an incredible
daughter. I could not ask for anything more. At the
age of 22, everything started slipping. I lost
everything and mostly everyone. I let drugs be my
priority for a long time. I lost focus of what was
important. I turned into a person I never wanted to
associate or to be with. I lost everything" J.M.B
I lost my son Jovon on Dec 12, 2006
to Crystal Meth. He was 24 yrs old. For some strange
reason, people in Connecticut seemed to be surprised
by an African American dying from Crystal Meth.
Those whom I shared the story of my son's addiction
thought that Meth was a white American drug of
choice. Jovon's story is here to prove them wrong.
The words you just read were taken from a letter
written by Jovon on August 7, 2006. He talked about
all that he had lost. Actually, those who he left
behind are suffering a greater lost.
Jovon Markee Brown was born on Sept 15, 1982. He
brought so much joy into the lives of our family. He
was intelligent, handsome, charming, quiet and shy.
He was loved and adored by his family and friends.
All those who were in his presence could sense that
he had a sweet spirit about him. Jovon had a love
for family, God and animals. I could remember
standing in awe, watching a baby squirrel eating
from Jovon's hands. He also enjoyed basketball,
music, reading, writing, and his computer. He was
voted "Best Smile" by his 8th grade classmates. He
was a member of "Who's Who of American High School
Students" and on the Dean's List at Norwalk
Community College. He was praised and admired by his
teachers and peers. Throughout the years, teachers
commented on his ability to write a great story. One
of his math professor noted that she often mentioned
Jovon as her favorite student. She said, "He was so
polite, always well-prepared and so intelligent.
What a beautiful young man"
Jovon had lofty dreams and wanted nothing but the
best out of life. Crystal Meth took most of his
dreams away. He ended up depressed, guilt ridden,
isolated and remorseful. Jovon desperately sought a
right relationship with Jesus Christ, while clinging
to the hope of God's forgiveness. He prayed for
deliverance and hoped that his story would someday
help someone. Coming from the heart of a mother who
is in great sorrow, I can truly say that God is
still in the prayer answering business.
 A MOTHER OF A DRUG ADDICTED
CHILD
By Linda Stubbs
Could this be?
Me? A mother of a drug addicted child?
While all this may seem like a bad dream,
Reality hits, it was a peg with my name on it.
The fall from my white horse prove to be awakening.
My bruised heart, mind and soul is still shaking me.
It was much easier being on the outside looking in.
Now that I am in, it's like being Daniel in the
lion's den.
A mother of a drug addicted child could this be?
Riding the wave of this trial, holding my breath to
see where it's taking me.
This frightening path so many had to go through.
A dark weary place, I wish I didn't have to.
But then who am I to say, what lessons in my life
should come into play.
I have to humbly accept it, learn all I can from it
and pray.
For my Lord said, all things work together for the
good of those who love him.
This must be understood when you find yourself
standing out upon a limb.
It is counter productive to go back and harbor on
what I could have, should have way back when.
Your time will be of more value by giving God his
praise and asking for battle strategies to help your
child win over this blazing sin.
Clothe yourselves with love, faith and hope the word
of God do say.
To be honest with you these are the only way to cope
at the end of the day.
I am a mother of a drug addicted child praying daily
and hoping that a deliverance is coming in a little
while.
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