There is a saying, “Drugs are cunning, baffling, and powerful”; they can deceive anyone, especially the addict who is trying to kick the habit. 

Years ago, a young man shared the following experience he had at a drug treatment center.  I hope it gets the attention of someone who might be struggling with recovery.

The Squirrel

and the Hawk

When I first arrived at Bowling Green, I knew I had a problem. I had no idea how to help myself.  I sat down on a bench and watched some squirrels playing beneath the pine trees.

Off in the distance, I saw a hawk sitting patiently on a branch.  Like the life I was living, it didn’t mean much to me at the time.  I just sat there and cried.   

As days went by, I started to learn about myself. Then one day, I saw a squirrel moving on the ground. He had these marks on his shoulders.  From being a hunter all my life, I knew a hawk had grabbed this squirrel and tried to fly off with him. Somehow, this squirrel managed to shake loose and free himself.

It reminded me of myself – me being addicted, headed for certain death. By the grace of God, I somehow managed to shake myself loose from its grip.

A few days went by, and I was feeling real sad. I thought I was all alone. I was lying down behind a building asking God why. Just then, the same squirrel with the markings jumped up on the handrail next to me and looked right at me. I knew then that was God’s way of telling me I wasn’t alone anymore. I was not unique.

A  few  days  later, out  of  the  corner  of  my  eye, I  saw  the  same  hawk  flying between some trees about two feet off the ground. This reminded me that my addiction is still out there, patiently waiting.  That is one hawk this squirrel will never forget. 

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