Carrying Naloxone

Day 1446.

This is not the life I wanted and yet I am driving across Arizona, New Mexico, and Texas in search of what I can do to help in this opioid crisis. Filming, interviewing, researching as I go.

I drive through the terrain of the opioid crisis history, caught in the very history that killed my son, seeking ways I can help stop this agony from happening to another Mother. I am armed with boxes of the opioid overdose reversal drug Naloxone.

The unexpected joy derived from carrying Naloxone and the open arms and hearts with which it is received, is hard to quantify.

People want it, they want to know how to use it, where they can get it and I can help.

I want everyone to carry it, because if …. well, I am sure you know.

I am a far cry away from the responsibility adverseness of the Los Angelinos. Despite the laws in place, so many are too concerned with their personal liability to want to learn how to save a life with Naloxone.

Attendees on my course from Minnesota, Arkansas, Phoenix, Fresno, hotel receptionists in El Paso, Austin.... all well heeled, educated, fully employed, old and young …they declare desperate times and all know people at high risk of opioid overdose. Their eyes are alight with hope as I show them the Naloxone. It’s like I am carrying the Holy Grail.

I train them, I arm them, they are lifted, so am I.

It’s a start.