I worked?in public service in the Courts for years, as did my husband. my nephew lost his mother to Leukemia at 10 and slowly drifted to numb his pain to drugs. ?He got in trouble with the law, went to rehab, relapsed, broke the law again, got sentenced to rehab, and the story repeated. ?My brother sent his son to stay with us as we were experience, street smart, and lived in an isolated paradise. ?my nephew stole from us, wipedout my jewerly and pulled the wool over our eyes.He relapsed to the point of near death.Finally, my brother gave up his job, moved his family to Calgary, enrolled his son in ARRC residential treatment, the whole family participated in the program, and finally, things changed. ?ten years later, my nephew is a manager with a business degree in a large oil company, is getting married, and is clean. ?Life is a "one day at a time", but each day is hopeful, loving and special. We are family, and love has prevailed, with some hard work and sacrifice and forgiveness on each of our parts.