My best friend in college was Jim and he was a cocaine addict. I used to talk to him about kicking his addiction but he was too casual about it. He used to consume cocaine daily and I used to watch him every day. I knew that direction will kill him one day. But I was determined to help them get rid of the addiction. Unfortunately I had to leave the college and move to another city. A few months after moving I came to know that Jim had passed away. I somehow cannot get over the fact that I could not help Jim get rid of his addiction.