Jeff Stewart was a handsome boy, so said his mother, and a B student. He
was only 17, but had died of an overdose of barbiturates on August 22,
1970 in a shack that he and his drug addicted friends had built on a
side street in Hopewell, New York. In the midst of "rock music" he and
his friends "smoked marijuana" and "dropped acid," (LSD) regularly.

At times Jeff wanted to get off drugs and had told his mother that he
wished he had never started taking drugs, was a little boy again and
could start life all over.

There is a struggle going on in the minds of every young teen-ager. At
times he is a carefree person but then at other times he tries to act
grown up or feels that he knows what he should do and the path he should
walk. These are difficult times in a teen-ager's life. Influences from
within and from without will cause him to decide upon his course.
Parents see this indecision and they try to guide their teen-agers in
the right direction. The pastor, Sunday school teacher, and the young
people's leader are all interested in the teen-agers and are trying to
show them the right way. At times the teen-ager thinks his parents or
other spiritual instructors are right, but the crowd at school, and
often the teacher, use their influences to pull him the other way. Day
after day he is making decisions. The wrong influences seek to turn the
teen-ager away from morality and God's Word but they do not give
anything to take its place in his heart or erase guilty feelings.
Therefore he finds emptiness within, so is compelled to continue to
seek something else to satisfy him. Then he is led deeper into grosser
evils, trying to "handle" his inner longings.

Some might say, "But how do you know?" I know because I went through
those years and I know the influences to which I was exposed. One time I