Recently one of my friends got busted for ‘dealing’. We got it from a friends sister and we would smoke the world away. As a result of him getting busted a group of about six of us got in some deep s*** in our troop…yes we’re boy scouts…in fact I’m senior patrol leader…or at least was…because of this, we were gathered up tonight for a meeting…or leaders recommended that we resign if we smoked or know about the pot and didn’t tell the leaders…myself and two others stepped down. This was the first time in several years I had actually broke down and cried in front of other people. I always strived to be the oak that people could lean on totell their problems to. Meanwhile I would bottle my own problems in a jar that surrounded my heart…that jar broke right there as I sobbed in that little room above the church gym…I don’t know what I’ll do….