Dear Ann Landers, Twenty years ago, when I was in my early 20s, you printed a column about marijuana. You expressed concern that marijuana may have "taken a generation of doers and turned them into a generation of dreamers." That single sentence was my wake-up call.
I used to smoke pot daily. I somehow managed to get through college (barely) and hold down a job, but I didn't feel connected to anything, and I wasn't getting anywhere. Every night, I would get high and write down in a journal all the things I planned to do. After reading your column, I realized I had been doing the same thing year after year, getting nowhere. I decided I had to quit smoking pot.
I can't begin to tell you how my life changed. I became bored with my party-animal boyfriend and later married a wonderful man I wouldn't have looked at twice while I was hanging out with the doper crowd. I went back to school, earned a master's degree and got an excellent position with a Fortune 500 company. I also developed some badly needed self-esteem. It was your column on marijuana that helped me turn my life around, and I want to write a belated "thank you." -- Margie in Tennessee
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