Letter from Medical Marijuana: (A Metaphor)
Dear Master, The day you set me on your bed stand, I knew you were not one of those people who would smoke me up for the wrong reasons. Medical Marijuana, as they have entitled - I have bigger purposes in life. I help the ones in need - those whose pain is greater than the death itself. And I was certain you knew it. For the obvious reason: instead of smoking me up, you chose to set me on your bed stand. You have always been a healthy person. Hence, I was never a necessity in your life. I have observed that all along. We have seen places together - places that you actually enjoy visiting every now and then; like the clubs or house parties. I enjoy those places as much as you do. We had that in common. Yet, as always, you never took a puff of me. I was never a bag full of temptation for you. You respected my existence and protected me whenever possible. There were times when parts of me got stuck in the wrong hands. Yet somehow, like an oasis in a desert, I found my way back