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Whanau against Drug and Alcohol abuse
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- Mauri Ora
- Me, Myself, and I
- This group is formed for all Whanau out there who want to fight the drug and alcohol abuse epidemic. We are not here to judge.
Ngaa Taonga,Ngaa Tamariki,
Koutou kua wheturangitia
I o tatou tupuna
Our children our treasure
You who have been adorned as stars
Of our ancestors
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A CHRISTMAS Eve overdose of cocaine nearly saw Mike King literally crippled by his addiction.
"I had a big bag of high-grade coke 'cause it was Christmas (2006)," he recalls.
"Friends came over and said let's go for a ride on the motorbikes. I went into my room, and thought I better have a quick chop before I go. I broke this block and it went everywhere. I lined it up and went bang, and snorted the lot. I did about a gram and a bit...an obscene amount of gear.
"I knew instantly, I'm really travelling too fast. I jumped on my bike. I went round a corner going too fast, ran out of road and rode into a strainer post at 120kmh, broke my back and damaged the carotid artery in my neck.
"I don't know how I got through the next few days, but I didn't go to the doctor until the New Year.
"They said, `You've broken your back, it was a couple of vertebrae up from the bottom of the back.' There's nothing we can do but just rest up."
Three weeks later, with the neck injury undetected, he flew to Melbourne to take part in a major poker tournament.
A clot from the carotid artery tear travelled to his brain and he suffered a massive stroke causing locked-in syndrome just like that portrayed in The Diving Bell and the Butterfly.
"I'm lying in this coma. I can't even move my eyes. If people talk to me, I can only answer them in my head. I've seen myself in the mirror. One side of my face had dropped, eye bulging, dribble coming out of my mouth. I'm yawning, constantly rocking backwards and forwards, no control over anything.
"I was thinking, `Why am I here?', it's all to do with karma and obviously you haven't done right in your life and this is the result. I've had all these opportunities to make a difference in people's lives, and I chose to go down this path of drugs, alcohol, fame, ego. I got this overwhelming sense of regret."
King's wife Rose rushed to the hospital to witness a medical miracle. A thrombolysing drug broke up the clot and just hours later her husband regained all movement.
But the joy was dulled by a phone call to say her cancer-stricken 75-year-old dad Toko Nathan had died.
King recalled: " I had told my father-in-law, `I'm going to Australia'.
"He grabbed a hold of me. He said, `No, you can't go'. He started crying, and I start crying too. I said, `Look I've got to go, you'll be here when I get back', and he said, `No, you can't go!'.
"I don't know if it's a Maori thing, and I'm not particularly religious, but I believe that the old boy took my place. So I came out of hospital and I went, `I'm going to change my life'."
But his good intentions went out the window when he returned home.
"I remembered that I still had cocaine in the house, and as I drove down my driveway I could hear it calling me. I went into my bedroom, burst into tears, started chopping up. I remember snorting this gear, going, `You are the most pathetic weak person in the world, you've had a stroke, what the hell are you doing?"' http://www.stuff.co.nz/sunday-news/n...
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EXCLUSIVE: “For a fi t and healthy person I had an insane amount of drugs to try to snort my way through but for a man who was still recovering from a major brain injury it was nothing short of suicide,’’ King told Sunday News in an exclusive interview.
“I wanted out. Seven years of drug-induced torture was about to reach the ultimate climax in a sh*tty little hotel room in Hong Kong and I honestly did not care. At least here no one I loved would fi nd me. At least here I would get away clean.’’
King, 47, said the hotel-room nightmare was the culmination of 30 years of addiction which went hand-in-hand with and fed his mental illness, depression.
“Whenever life became too diffi cult, drugs would magically make that problem disappear. Drugs became my safety
net. For years this was my life until one day I woke up with the realisation that the solution to my problems had become
Somehow King found the strength and courage to walk away from that hotel room and today will be 890 days drug and
alcohol-free. He has bravely bared his soul to launch the Mental Health Foundation-backed Your Story competition, starting today in Sunday News. For the next four weeks, we will be asking people to tell us their story about how they have battled or are battling addiction, depression or any other mental illness.
The cocaine chapter in Mike's story began after a stand-up comedy gig at Manukau in 1996.
"I talk about marijuana in my routines so after gigs lots of people would palm me off a joint.
"Some guy shook my hand and there was something in it, and I went, `Ooh, a joint'.
"I looked at it and it's a little bag of white powder. I went, `What the hell's that'. I was with an American...and he said, `Hey, let me show you what that is'. We went into the toilet and chopped it up, and bam, the most amazing feeling ever.
"I remember getting this hot flush and then vomiting. I splashed water on my face and my temperature came back down, and this overwhelming incredible feeling came over me."
While cocaine was scarce in his homeland, King travelled to a London awash with it the following year. A fan at one of his shows turned out to be a dealer and King "fell in love" with the drug.
After seven weeks he came home hooked.
Going to Las Vegas in 2000 to see the David Tua v Lennox Lewis fight, he found another city "swimming in it". He returned home to find cocaine had finally hit his homeland "big time...(and) it was great quality".
Sourcing the drug wasn't a problem. "You're in the entertainment game, and people want to be your friend. How do they be your friend? They give you sh*t. You want to be affable and you like what they're giving.
"Before you know it, you're just in this perpetual cycle."
Cocaine initially lifted King out of despair from undiagnosed depression aggravated by long-term cannabis use.
"By that stage in my life, I'd been using marijuana for nearly 20 years, so I was constantly in these deep dark holes.
"With the depression, you end up with voices in your head...`You're useless, you're no good'. I'd do gigs where there'd be 1000 people in the audience, 999 of them are p*ssing themselves but all I'd see was one guy hating it. In my head while I was working, I'm going, `He knows you're a phoney'. "The go-fast drugs, the cocaine, I thought they were dragging me out of the hole."
Cocaine also initially made him feel in sync with everyone around him, satisfying the overwhelming need to be universally liked he had felt since a young boy.
"I was always one of those needy kids, looking for acceptance, and couldn't find that niche. So when I found comedy, I found something I was good at.
"And now I found cocaine, which allowed me to be the chameleon, to fit into all of these different groups of people. So it was like nirvana for me."
But the chemical "solution" was a short-lived
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My name is Sarah
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid,
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better,
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my Mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all,
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long.
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home.
When my Mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight.
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall.
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
'I'm sorry!' I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Sarah
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Please pass this poem on as a Blue Ribbon Against Child Abuse because,
as crazy as it might sound, it might just indirectly change a life....
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- Only when they are really drunk.
- When they are provoked.
- All the time.
- They have abuse problems when they are sober too.
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