I'm going to tell a story of an experience I had with a long time friend of mine. I'll call him Vinnie. I hadn't spoken to him for about a year or so, but one night I was out walking, and my phone rings in my pocket. We started talking. Vinnie told me he was in the car, on the interstate. He had just gotten out of rehab for the second time recently, for heroin. But he was off the wagon now. Vinnie had found a contact and was doing a transport. He had several hundred dollars worth of the stuff in the truck, and was going who knows where. It wasn't like him to call someone asking for help, and I don't think he was fully aware that that's what he was doing. At first it even sounded like he was calling to brag about what he was doing. I didn't know how to handle the situation, so I just started to gently but firmly tell him that this was really not something he wanted to do to himself. And to my surprise, hot headed Vinnie started to relent, and to listen to "that voice" in him, which is the voice that kind of says "you know, I could be happy with just that normal, safe life that I left behind for all this." I don't know what Vinnie did after that long phonecall, whether or not he finished the transport or not, but I do know that he didn't take another nosedive into the addiction after that, and he did sound really genuine in wanting to give the ride up.