Everyone knew him as J.D. He was born April 13, 1983 in Dallas, Texas. He lived with his mother and two sisters. As a kid growing up he played peewee football and baseball and he always made good grades in school. J.D was well-known for being an athlete. He could never get enough of playing or watching football. He was also full of life --J.D. loved playing jokes on people just to get them to laugh. He was a very handsome guy and had an amazing smile. We never knew how severe his drug problem really was. We tried to help him. We gave him a job and helped him save his money to buy himself a car, always telling him what he needed to do in order to change his life. His grandma was always reminding him to stay out of trouble. We sent him to an outpatient center which did not work. Unfortunately, J.D. did not have insurance and all of the inpatient centers needed it. At this time we knew he was using some type of drug, but we werejust not sure exactly which one. I know deep down inside J.D. really wanted to change his lifestyle, but just could not overcome his addiction. October 21, 2006 we got a phone call telling us that J.D. had overdosed on heroin. We went to the hospital. Each of us took turns going back there to see him on life support as they ran tests throughthe next couple of days. Finally on October 25, 2006, J.D. was pronounced brain-dead. I never thought we would have to make funeral arrangements for him so soon. He leaves behind a girlfriend who is pregnant --her baby is due in April, the month J.D. was born. I continue to pray every day and know that God is taking care of him. J.D. leaves behind a lot of family and friends who love him dearly and will never forget the good times we shared together!