When he found out I wouldn’t put flyers in or around my cannabis dispensary, he got angry.
My father was a minister and a preacher. I know it sounds funny to put them into two separate categories, but I have to. My father always told the people in this church that he was not a preacher. He was a minister. He was there to minister to their physical needs and comforts and their spiritual needs. This was fine when he was talking to members of the church, but he was completely different when he was talking to me. Whenever my father talked to me, he was a preacher. He preached to me about the good and evil of drinking and sex. He preached to me about the use of marijuana and how it would turn me into a mindless pothead. He thought that by getting loud and demanding, I would listen to him and do whatever he bade of me. Instead, I became rebellious. When I turned 21, I opened a medical cannabis dispensary. I knew how medical marijuana could help people with many illnesses. My father had flyers made up about marijuana turning the youth of today into irresponsible potheads. He didn’t even try to understand that a medical cannabis dispensary was just that. When he found out I wouldn’t put flyers in or around my cannabis dispensary, he got angry. I had never seen my father so angry, nor do I ever want to see it again. I couldn’t believe what a turnaround he did, when my mother had breast cancer. The doctor suggested medical marijuana to ease mom’s difficulties with the chemotherapy. Suddenly, my father was an advocate of medical marijuana, and no longer preaching about it turning people into potheads.