When I was in junior high, I had a close encounter with drugs. One day a small group of hearing teens invited me to try some “stuff,” and they showed it to me. It was white and powdery. I had no idea what it was, but my intuition told me that it was something bad. Looking back, I believe it was cocaine. Fortunately, at the time I had enough sense to say no. In the ’70s, they didn’t teach me about drugs and what little I knew came from reading.