It was almost two years ago that I first learned about the opioid crisis. I was having lunch with the leader of the pharmacy regulator in Ontario. He explained about the origin of fentanyl-laced street drugs and of the small margin of error between life and death. He explained to me how hard it was for government and societal institutions to prevent these deaths. Since then I have followed the news reports of fatal overdoses. But that was all intellectual and theoretical. This week it became real. We learned that one of our community members had died of a drug overdose. His brother came to Oasis. He was still in emotional shock. I just sat with him and listened. Other Oasis leaders came by and did the same. Phyllis, bless her, offered to pray for him. He readily agreed. As I put my arm on his shoulder he grabbed hold. Many tears flowed. We shared a small bit of his pain. The opioid epidemic had just come way too close to home.