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How to overcome an addiction? This story is about my younger brother who always gets into trouble. But God continues to show patience with him until he can get his life straight. My brother is a year younger than me. We have been close since we were kids, but we also fight a lot. Unlike my younger sister that I never had any fights with since she was small, except that we just don’t speak to each other when we have misunderstandings. My brother and I on the other hand would really get into an action fight. I can still remember when we were small. My brother and I got into a fight and I ended up picking up a stick and waving it in front of his face. He was not a bit afraid of me and was advancing toward me, and the stick caught his eyebrow and cut it. The blood was spewing out of his eyebrow and mom was treating it fast. But I was being punished for it, because I was the oldest and I should know better. It did not matter who started the fight, whoever got injured got sympathy.
Growing up with my brother was a challenge. He loves me so much that he would be willing to die for me if someone tried to hurt me. But oh how bad it was when we fought, it seemed like we could kill each other too. My brother always lacked attention and discipline. When my father got sick we were just kids. We lost that fatherly discipline. And mom was too busy taking care of dad and always working to feed all of us. So my brother was never corrected much. So he made mistakes and continued to do whatever he wanted. He got into bad influences and got involved in stealing and gambling and later on dealing illegal drugs for other people.
When he was about fifteen years old, he was introduced to the Lord Jesus and accepted Him in his heart. But being a young Christian and not grounded in the Word of God, it did not take much for him to get swayed from every direction to doing many bad things. He was always rebellious. He always wanted what he wanted, and would do anything even if it would cause him to risk his life. Do not get me wrong, I love my brother. The reason I am sharing his story is to let you know the amazing grace and patience of God is his life.
Consequences of wanting to get rich fast
Knowing God is one thing, but obeying His Word is another thing. My brother was what I called having a mentality of playing it safe. But what he did not realize was that he was actually playing in the fire. Police and drug lords eventually ended up chasing after him. When he was about thirty one years old he got involved with drug pushers and drug lords. My brother was one of those people who liked to get rich fast. And in the Philippines it really takes a lot of hard work and sacrifice to earn even just enough for daily living, if you want to do it the right way. On the other hand, selling illegal drugs is prominent there. And there are so many corrupt people who are in the government even doing it. And a lot of times once a person is involved, it is very hard for them to get out of it, and could even cost them their lives.
So many young men even in their teens in the Philippines get involved in dealing illegal drugs for easy money. Unfortunately, so many of them ended up in jail and ruined their future. When I found out that my brother was dealing with illegal drugs, I was very afraid for him and was sad over his bad decision. He was even using it himself and later I found out that one of our cousins was also involved. I knew then that their lives would be in great danger, and so I begged them to stop it right away. But I did not realize how deeply they were actually already involved with it until later on. It took a lot of chasing from the police and beatings from the other drug pushers and drug lords and their cohorts to get my brother to change his direction.
He later on was recalling with me the situation and how many times he was chased and beaten by the drug lords. And it was not long after he got deeply involved with the illegal drugs that the police started noticing the activities of the other drug pushers. On one occasion he told me that he was carrying ten kilograms or about twenty two pounds of methamphetamine hydrochloride (also known locally as shabu) and marijuana. While transporting it on his motorcycle he ran into a vehicle checkpoint by the police. He was waved to stop in the middle of the road. He slowed down a little bit but saw a little opening and instead of stopping, he sped up. He was driving one of those fast racing motorcycles and was able to get away fast! But the police got in their jeep and chased him. The chase went on for a while.
Chased by the police, drug lords and God
My brother realized that the police were catching up to him. He turned in at one of the side roads in a remote area and hid there for a while. It just happened that he knew a family living in the area and was able to borrow a tag or plate number for his motorcycle and also clothes and immediately changed. After a few hours he decided that it was time to continue out on the main road. By this time he had thrown away the illegal drugs so that the police could not find it on him. When he got back out on the main road, there he saw the police again. They waved him to stop, this time he did stop. They were checking him out, his plate number and driver’s license. It just happened that when all of this took place it was at night. The police were sure that it was the same motorcycle, but the plate number was different from what they initially saw. The police were unsure of how the driver looked because he was wearing a face cover when they saw him and this time my brother did not cover his face.
The police continued to ask him questions, but my brother would never let the police get close to him for fear of planting evidence on him. My brother somehow was able to partially convince the police that it was not him that they saw earlier, so they let him go. The police were baffled, but they could not arrest my brother based on the plate number or the clothes he was wearing, because even if they had taken a picture of the description the first time it would not match the second time, therefore it would not hold up in court for evidence. But they sure were keeping an eye on him since then.