A TV commercial for a network of treatment centers encourages drug addicts to contact them for rehab. Another has New Jersey Gov. Chris Christie warning there is an epidemic of opioid addiction, but addicts have a way out.
“Help is within reach,” he says.
We have all seen these commercials, but perhaps you have not been — as I have — swallowing an oxycodone tablet while watching them.
The off-the-top-of-the-head answer to the question, “What motivates you to go to work each day?” for most of us is “to put food on the table and pay the bills.” But there is usually a much deeper reason, a passion, that draws us to our particular line of work. For me, it is the morning news.
Last week, people took to social media about an incident in the Village of Hokendauqua, Whitehall Township.
A neighborhood block had been taped off by police, cruisers and other emergency vehicles lined the street, and word spread that the coroner had been called to the scene because two bodies were discovered there.
Some surmised online that it was an overdose. Some suspected a murder-suicide. The latter might have seemed a bit far-fetched had Whitehall not had such a tragedy the week before.
I am fortunate. My father is still alive at age 84 and in relatively good health.
I still call him “Daddy.”
I learned a lot from my dad. I learned how to cut the grass, take out the trash, spackle, install insulation and drywall, paint, garden, and bathe and groom our dog.
We would sit together as a family in front of the television to watch “The Ed Sullivan Show,” “Sonny and Cher,” “Jacques Cousteau” and many other shows.
On June 1, President Donald Trump announced he was withdrawing the United States from the Paris Climate Agreement, saying the agreement is less about the climate and more about other countries gaining a financial advantage over the United States.
So, what is the Paris Climate Agreement and what are its terms?
To the Editor:
Thank you and “ditto” from me to Mr. Bruce Frassinelli for his opinion article in the May 4 issue of The Press. I have been wanting the courage to lash out at someone for a long time but did not know how to address the vulgar, obscene, profane programming on TV and the radio lyrics played today.
I don’t call it music. It is noise pollution. It is everywhere — malls, grocery stores, restaurants and outdoor areas where someone like me would just like to sit quietly, read and enjoy scenery.
I am having a hard time watching television these days, and I suspect many are in the same situation. The Hallmark Channel has now become my “go to” station.
To me, it seems we have lost our sense of trust, decency, manners and security.
Recently, this is just some of what we have been exposed to:
• A comedian holding an inappropriate image of our president
• People physically removed from planes, because of overbooking
• Concert-goers, travelers and people attempting to enjoy their lives hurt or killed by ISIS
To the Editor:
The recent Guest View by Bill Leiner Jr. concerning the paucity of voters emphasizes the arrogance and disregard politicians hold for citizens. Over half of our hard-earned dollars go to support politicians’ insatiable need to buy votes. If two family members are working, one of you is a government slave.
What do you get for your mandatory contribution?
Here we are again.
Eleven months ago, headlines blared the horrific news of dozens killed in the Pulse nightclub while enjoying a night out and the senseless murder of singer and reality show contestant Christina Grimmie, shot while signing autographs and chatting with fans after a performance, crimes happening within days of each other in Florida.
In an editorial around that time (“The future of the future was now,” June 15, 2016), I tried to call attention to the futures of so many young people cut short.
Christina Grimmie was 22.
Wednesday, May 24, 2017 by WHENEVER I SEE AN AD OR A LABEL PROCLAIMING, “ONE SIZE FITS ALL,” I KNOW THE ITEM WILL FIT ALMOST NOBODY — AT LEAST IT WON’T FIT VERY WELL. in Opinion
I get the same feeling when I hear cliché phrases meant to encourage or sympathize.
Recently, I heard a woman tell an acquaintance who had just lost her 11-year-old son, “God never gives us more burdens than we can bear.”
The bereaved mother became irate.
“I disagree. This is much more than I can handle,” she retorted.
She was probably right. I have seen many people burdened with horrible problems far too heavy for one person’s shoulders.
And that’s the key, according to a friend who is battling cancer for the third time.