By the time this column hits newsstands or your mailbox, I will have celebrated my 32nd birthday.
Turning 32 years old isn’t as grand as hitting the 16-, 18-, 21-, or 30-year-old milestones, but I like to think of every birthday as a special occasion to celebrate with friends over some good food and adult beverages. It’s also a time where I like to reflect on the changes — good and bad — that have come my way over the years and look back at how my perception has changed on certain issues. As the late, great Muhammad Ali said “The man who views the world at 50 the same as he did at 20 has wasted 30 years of his life.”
This brings me to the matter of marijuana, specifically the people who like to use it.
For the record, I don’t use cannabis recreationally. However, I also don’t view it as the evil monster that people — one being U.S. Attorney General Jeff Sessions — make it out to be.
Like many elementary school children, I was exposed to TV shows, PSAs and educational videos where the message focusing on educating youngsters like myself, on the dangers of drug use at a young age. I took the D.A.R.E. pledge in fifth-grade and signed that contract, vowing never to abuse drugs while I was in school — and I kept that promise.
As I got older and entered the workforce, and later college, I thought people who used marijuana and talked about “how good it was,” were losers for using the drug, even though they were making more money than me and getting better grades.
Then I became friends with people who liked to use marijuana. On some occasions, my friends would offer to share their pot with me. After I declined their offer, we went back to our conversation. My friends never pressured me to do drugs with them.
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