One Fatal Mistake

[tckrockz]

Guys this is from readers digest i read it on this months edition and a great story u must read dis

In a lush Victoria park, Mercedes had decided to swallow a tiny pink pill given to her by a friend
Anne Mullens


The first time I really saw Mercedes-Rae Clarke, she was in Year 7, standing in the schoolyard, a tiny bird of a girl with big brown eyes and an impish smile. She was
12 years old then and my daughter Kate's new friend.

I had heard about ''Merch'' from Kate for months. Mercedes had moved into my daughter's French-immersion class in Victoria, Canada earlier that year, a new kid thrown among a tight group of students who had been together since kindergarten. Soon she was among the most popular in the crowd. All the boys had a crush on her, and all the girls wanted to be her friend, consulting her on hair and clothes and music and all the things 12-year-old girls spend so much time talking about. Kate would say, ''Merch says this'' and ''Merch does that.''

But this was the first time I'd had a good look at her. And I thought: What a beautiful girl. What eyes! She had a big smile and a big laugh for someone so petite and delicate. The other girls towered over her.

Over the next 18 months, I got to know her, driving her in a carpool to dance class each week, often hosting the sleepovers that seemed to occur almost every weekend at someone's home.

This is the Mercedes I knew: an adventurous, outgoing sprite who loved to shop and socialise, excelled at dance, loved to try out new hairstyles. My daughter Maddy, two years younger than Kate, idolised Merch because, unlike with some of the older girls, when Merch came over, Maddy wasn't excluded. Merch would brush Maddy's hair and give her a new hairstyle and include her in all the talk.
A video of Mercedes from a school camping trip last year shows her sitting by the campfire at night, stuffing one marshmallow after another into her mouth until she reaches an astonishing ten, cheeks puffed out like a crazy chipmunk, and her classmates doubling over in laughter. That was a typical Mercedes moment: an imp with eyes dancing in merriment, playing the crowd.

A few times, on dance-class nights, her mother, Sherry, would call to say she couldn't get away from work just yet. Could Mercedes stay with us until she could pick her up? Sherry worked at a downtown funeral home as a mortician. I knew her call meant a family was having trouble with a death and she needed to spend extra time with them. ''Of course,'' I'd say, knowing first-hand the juggle working mothers do to keep children safe, with friends.

Sherry was a hardworking, strong mother of three. Along with Mercedes, she had two sons: Chris, a married adult, and Kody, a year older than Mercedes. Sherry bravely left an unhealthy relationship with Mercedes's father to forge a new life on her own in Victoria with her two younger children. They lived in the suburbs, but Sherry wanted Mercedes to have the benefits of a French-immersion programme near her work, and that meant a long commute to and from town for the two of them every day.

The last time Mercedes was at our house, before the fateful day that changed everything, Kate and Mercedes spent a lazy August afternoon, hanging around our backyard, jumping on the trampoline with Maddy and mugging and posing with our digital camera.


And then, around dinnertime on Monday, September 5, 2005, the day before she was to start Year 9, Kate burst out of her room, tears streaming down her face. Mercedes, she wailed, had tried the drug ecstasy. She had never tried any drugs before. She was now in hospital on life-support!

The day before, on a sunny Sunday afternoon in a lush Victoria park, Mercedes had decided to swallow a tiny pink pill given to her by a friend. She was with two friends; one had tried ecstasy before and said it was fun. That friend had bought three pills for about $10 each from a guy on the street in downtown Victoria.

When the three girls swallowed the little pink pills, Mercedes began almost immediately to vomit. Soon she complained of a terrible headache and that she couldn't see. Then her eyes rolled back into her head, and her body contorted in a seizure. One of the girls ran to the nearby house of a family friend to get help.

When Sherry arrived at the hospital about 90 minutes later, Mercedes was unconscious, medical staff working around her. She never woke up again. Over the next 24 hours, she continued to have seizures, her blood pressure skyrocketed, her temperature soared, she had multiple heart attacks and resuscitations. She was placed on life-support on Sunday night. Everyone prayed a miracle would save her.

By late Monday night, Mercedes's brain scan showed no activity: The tiny pink pill had rendered her brain-dead. Sherry was faced with what must be a parent's most agonising decision: to disconnect her child from life-support, donate her organs and let her die. The medical staff gave the family time to say goodbye. On Tuesday, the halls outside Mercedes's room were full of people: cousins, aunts and uncles, and friends. Sherry asked that close friends such as Kate come to see Mercedes

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[wizkido]

Interesting.

But I though ecs would be deadly only if mixed with booz !

But given her attitudes,.. she would have eventually gulped it down anyway by time.

 

[KishanW]

macho meeka tikak diga wadee, mama nidimaragathe EK eka paththe aawe,
Bt mama meeka book mark kala.
heta honda sihiyen innakota kiyawanawamai !!! aniwa

 

[tckrockz]

macho meeka tikak diga wadee, mama nidimaragathe EK eka paththe aawe,
Bt mama meeka book mark kala.
heta honda sihiyen innakota kiyawanawamai !!! aniwa

ane ubath msn eken giye nida ganna yanwa kiyala neda

 

[x-pert]

MDMA (3,4-methylenedioxy-N-methylamphetamine), most commonly known today by the street name ecstasy, (often abbreviated to E, X, or XTC) is a semisynthetic entactogen of the phenethylamine family. It is considered a recreational drug, and has long had a strong association with the rave culture. MDMA is illegal in most countries, and its possession, manufacture or sale may result in criminal prosecution. (wikipedia)

Never Ever try these kinda stuff guys...

There exists a significant risk for chronic physical harm arising from ecstasy use. Despite the fact that the chief executive of the UK Medical Research Council stated MDMA was "on the bottom of the scale of harm", and the Science & Technology Committee rated it of lower concern than for alcohol, tobacco, and cannabis, when examining the harmfulness of any given drug, the UK study placed great weight on the risk for acute physical harm, the propensity for physical and psychological dependency on the drug and the negative familial and societal impacts of the drug-- MDMA scores relatively low on these dimensions of harm, this is why it has an overall harm score lower than even alcohol.[16][17] Nevertheless, there is evidence (based on monkey & mice models) that- even in a single dose [18]- ecstasy leads to permanent axonal damage in the cortex and hippocampus of the mammalian brain-- under the UK study (Nutt et al.) this dimension of harm is called "Chronic physical harm" if present humans and it is underestimated because the biological harms are subtle, the long-term effects in humans are unknown and the experts consulted are clinical psychiatrists, not research-level neuroscientists and psychologists. [18] These areas are known to be associated with the regulation of emotion and the retrieval of memory. More recent studies have demonsrated the toxic effects on human serotoninergic neurons and the deficits in human memory [19] [20][21] For the most current scientific understanding of the toxicity of ecstasy see the January 2007 issue of Pyscho-pharmacology entitled "A contemporary view of MDMA"