My son lost his fourteen year battle with drugs. I found him dead four days before Christmas. He died from 'combination drug toxicity'. ?He served time in prison for robbery he committed to sustain his drug habit. He served two years of a six year sentence. While in prison he took a year long drug counseling class. He loved it. He loved learning about his addiction. He loved being clean. He even quit smoking cigarettes in prison !!! Who does that? ?He did. He did it because he wanted to be totally clean and healthy. I was so proud of him. The wonderful day came when he was released on parole. He found a job immediately with a landscaping company. He threw himself into his work making raises left and right. His boss really liked him....Throwing him a $100 bill for going in on a holiday weekend when no one else would. Many extras. Well the day came when my son got hurt on the job and broke his foot. The employer told my son he couldn't report this incidence to workers comp or he would lose his contract at the local paper mill (which paid prevailing wages). My son lied to the medical personnel and said he hurt himself 'off' the job. What happens when you break your foot? It hurts. You need pain medicine. He thought he could handle an Rx for pain medicine. He could not. This started him back down the bad road. Well when he started using drugs again he started spending all his money on drugs and started missing work. He even stole gas from his employer and finally his employer filed charges against him. ?I begged his PO to please drug test him for suboxone. My son knew he could use this and it not show up on drug tests. I even offered to pay for them. ?I'm told by my sons girlfriend that he failed drug tests and the PO did nothing but say 'stop it'. We begged his PO to put him back in prison for violation of parole before he ended up dead but he did nothing. My son was so in violation of parole but the PO let him do whatever he wanted. He drank beer, he failed drug tests, he had more charges filed against him. He was seen sleeping at a red light with his two year old son in the back. There are too many things to mention here. Anyway, my son who did so wonderful at one point easily ended up bad. If he didn't break his foot he might have been okay. When you finally beat the habit, you have to continue seeking support groups. You can never just do 'one'. You can't. Don't. Don't do any drug. Or you could end up dead and leave grieving parents, sisters, children whose lives will be forever changed.