The year would have been around 1995. A leisurely stroll through one of the UK’s finest cities a city where misery and dread seemed so far away. A city that was home to some of the greatest minds on planet earth who had shared lived and breathed the very air on the streets I now found myself . Hawkins, Newton even the pub where a group of talented individuals had cracked the genetic code DNA. For all its quaint pretty flawless affluent feel you didn’t have to peel the veneer of life to far from the nearest ally or a doorway to see utopia does not exist even in the grandest of places.
A young girl abandoned on the streets playing a flute caught my eye. I asked what had lead to the catastrophic breakdown of her young life as I counted the needle marks up her arm. I could tell immediately she was lost and in a totally different space as she recounted the tale of seeing her grandfather accidentally shoot himself and subsequently die in her arms. I will never forget to this day what she said to me. You don’t realise why I am here do you? My parents are millionaires and it means nothing. I am here because I cannot take my own life and being homeless is the last stage before death. I never saw Abigail again but I certainly never forgot her.
Over the years I helped homeless people where I could and I later found out that a large percentage of the homeless were suffering from PTSD especially the ex service men and woman, and of course Abigail. As the sands of time shifted from one year to the next I never lost sight of helping people from all walks of life, but the breakthrough would come some 4 years ago when a chance youtube video was shared on my personal page that showed a leading professor talking about the benefits and therapeutic effect treating people suffering with PTSD using cannabinoids. That was it for me this was my chance to try and help as many people as I could, to get the oil on the streets, direct action.
Of course I’ve since realised that the endocannabinoid system is a very complex machine, and problems like PTSD, anxiety, depression, what ever it may be, are just symptomatic of having a depleted machine. Its like trying to run your car with no oil, eventually everything will go and does go wrong. Top it up and it runs fine. Everybody on earth is born with an endocannabinoid system and are receptive to cannabis minus the THC. So for me the journey of a lifetime started by trying to help and fix things that are potentially broken. Only we are not talking about machines we are talking about human beings, irreplaceable shining lights to the people that love them. I never knew what happened to Abigail but I hope and if there is a god pray that she found some peace. But she will always be an instrumental part of our journey and so will every soldier, father, mother, brother or sister that found themselves in that awful position. They opened the door for us. A door to change.