I sit here waiting for my son. He’s 26 years old and and heartbroken and so am I. He lost his best friend today, and a kid I really liked. Zach shot himself in the kneecap with a nail gun several months ago. The Dr. prescribed 300 OxyContin pills to him. Yeah, 300. He died today. 24 years old. Very handsome young man. Could of had any girl he wanted. But... he drifted to the one that one that gave him sex and the drugs. We all went fishing together, hunted whitetail together and everything that was in season. Zach was a member of our family. His parents sent him to rehab several times. My son missed him and reached out to him frequently and was frustrated and upset because he couldn’t get through to him. I’m asking you all... please.... you are loved, someone cares deeply about you. I don’t care who you are, or how badly you think you have it... please reach out. Look through that fog and someone will take your hand. I live in a town of 1500 people. We have lost 3 young gentlemen in two weeks. I’m asking you.,, don’t bring this heartache to your friends and family. We love you.... it will get better.