My mom's friend told me a story that really inspired me and it hurt me but hit me at the same time. She had told me the story the day it had happened and it made a big impact on my life. He was a teenage boy that still had a whole life ahead of him and he was still in high school . He was with his friends and their parents weren't home. Him and his friends decided to do ecstasy that night and his whole life had changed.
They were having fun they thought nothing would go wrong and just kept popping pills and didn't think nothing of it. Later on that night they were still home alone and he popped the last pill of his life. He took the ecstasy pill and a few hours later he was on the ground and was laying there. His friends thought that he had just passed out so they put a blanket over him like he was asleep. They came back to him a couple hours later and tried to wake him up but he wouldn't wake up.

They shook and shook him but he still wouldn't even move. They left him their dead when they new what had happened , the ran and acted like nothing had ever went wrong. The parents got home and saw that he was laying on the ground he knew that he was a friend of their son's but they didn't see their son around at all. They called the police and the police arrived and waited for consent to take the body out. The mother of the dead child was at home cleaning when she got an unexpected knock on the door, it was the police.

She answered the door petrified and clueless, she had no idea what had happened all she knew that her son was still out and has not returned home. The police told her everything that had happened, she was petrified she didn't know what to think. She thanked the officer and let him go on his way. She went to the house that her son was lying dead at. She said her last goodbyes to her son while she is dissolving in tears.
She was so provoked at his so called "friends" they left him their lying all by him self , didn't call anyone for help just ran. She wanted to invalidate every single one of them but what would that solve. He had a little sister and his little sister Say's "Mom when is Tony coming home, I really miss my brother." The mother yet again breaks down but says "Baby he will be back soon, he is on vacation." She wanted to tell her daughter what really happened to Tony but she was too young and wouldn't understand. She plans on telling her when she gets to the age where she will understand. From that day when her son died from ecstasy pills she started talking to the public and schools about this malignant drug that teenagers are using.

She spoke her thoughts about this drug and wanted everyone to know her story so it didn't happen to them or their family. She doesn't want anyone to have to go through the same thing that she went through. She went on the news, to public areas, schools she did whatever she could do to get it through kids minds that it is not a cool thing to do and you can end up like her son Tony. After I heard this story it changed my whole aspect on drugs, I do not believe in them nor do I support them . I think they are for heartless people that don't think about others.

If this were to happen to them from drugs do they care how others feel?. Do they know their not just killing them self's their killing their peers, their family, their lovers. This story has made a big impact on my life and I will never forget this entire story because it's so sad but at the same time its so inspirational to learn from . I pass this story on through my friends and my family because it can also impact them like it did to me. We will never forget Tony or his mother for the story that she was so brave to come up and tell, It must have been very hard for her to tell this story but she managed to do it because even though it hurt she doesn't want anyone to feel the pain she has of losing a son to ecstasy .