Painful as it was to hear that Naftali blamed me for his addiction, I had attended Nar-Anon long enough to know that addicts invariably blame others
“T here’s someone on the phone for you” my son Naftali told my wife one fine day. Naftali was 23 and had recently returned from yeshivah in Eretz Yisrael. He had never been a top student but after returning home he had become increasingly passive and listless. First he stopped attending yeshivah. Then he took a job but was fired for poor performance. He seemed stuck. Aimless.
The man on the phone told my wife Gitty that he was the manager of a frum drug rehabilitation center in a different state and he began describing his facility and its programs.
Gitty was confused. “What does this have to do with me?” she asked.
“Uh maybe you should have a talk with your son ” he responded.
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