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Master Andrew "Jose" Steven Stiers
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This is a story that is not for the feign of heart… it is chilling and very detailed… It’s my experience… the ones that truly opened my eyes… As well as testimonials from a few of his closest…My name is Amber George, Jose and Shawn were family… Jose was my brother in law in every way except blood. We have known and been close for 15+ (17)years. He truly without being a celebrity to societies standards was famous. He was a one of a kind genuinely impossible to replicate unique and wonderful person to have the liberty no HONOR to encounter much less call your friend… only Jose didn’t have friends he had Family… you could always count on him to be there in any way that was needed if he cared he would have no limitations on what he would do for you… he was funny and strong, he was empathetic and caring… He earned every bit of the respect he has and stood up and held firmly for what he believed in…He was a goofy ass little guy and he had more heart then the bravest of the lions and the most solid people that I have ever seen… and he was so happy most of the time… he was an outlaw, a convict, one of the black sheep, “bad influences” to the standard of normal society…. But fuck them what do they know? Who is society to judge what is normal… To us… the “Outlaws against Overdosing.” Normal is us… Society is far from normal… this is where my story begins. I was at the house when the love of my life came in…( my high school sweetheart Caleb was Jose’s brother… They we’re inseparable and always talking shit back and forth.. but always a smile on their face… the 2 men were soulbrothers. One was short chunky goofy and Mexican the other is lean and muscular very calculated and quiet, and white… color was nothing but something to clown about they would go to battle with one another over the smallest most minuscule things and stand by each other as well as any one of the friends or family)…
But back to the story… Caleb came in and we were laughing and goofing off it was around 5 pm on the 18th of November… after an hour or 2 we hadn’t heard from Jose which was out of the ordinary for sure… Caleb mentioned he hadn’t heard from him… so I message his phone and after about an hour and a half of no response I start to panic… you see we are all the black sheep of society anyone for the most part in our life or this story is going to be like minded… living life as an “Outlaw”… commonly referred to as criminal or convict or always from the rougher darker side of life… Well I ask Caleb where Jose was when he last saw him and he told me which one of our mutual friends house Jose was at… but That they were not home it was only Jose there…. I will tell you my heart sank you see Jose had suffered addiction issues as have we all or even still are… Jose’s addiction was to opiates or pain killers downers and uppers but his preference was to be on downers…. We had gotten him out of jail a couple weeks prior and were so proud of him that he hadn’t done any fentanyl or heroin since he’d been out… That’s a huge step for him… well earlier in the day as I got ready for parole he came in and told me to pay attention.. I immediately got scared he showed me where narcan was and told me what to do that he’d done something while gone and he knew there was fentanyl in it he could tell… well not long after he said okay I’m good I’m okay… we’ll I still stayed an extra hour or so and then saw he was in fact okay and I went to parole… back to the fact he was alone in a friends house and no one had been able to reach him in hours… I said I’m going to check on him… I rushed over in my car heartbb no in my throat praying he was just busy or didn’t have his phone in hand… I beat on the door and then just rush in yelling for him as I make it to the bathroom I knock and still nothing this is where it gets rough…
I opened the door… and I felt a rush of coolness my hair stood up all over my body and the sound that came from the deepest part of my soul saying Jose no wake up… I didn’t even recognize… with his knee twisted behind him he was kneeling down with his body slumped forward his head slumped forward his hands in his lap he was on his knees and I started shaking him yelling for him to answer… I was trying to pull him up to sit him up and see his face I was trying to feel his neck I checked so hard for a pulse multiple places and I began to panic he was discolored and I just couldn’t lift him to make it easier for him to breathe I had to get help I ran and got caleb we just lived down the street… and all I could to was skid in the driveway and blow the horn I could move fast enough he came running and I screamed come on he already knew something was wrong… we run back into the house and Jose is now on his back not in the pray position which to this day I still don’t understand and that’s when I truly saw him for the final time… his lips were blue he had snot coming out of his nose it was dried up and his ears were almost black… I think I lost part of my mind that moment… That image forever burned into my mind… I seen the bag with narcan and i administered narcan like he had told me earlier and I began trying to Resuscitate him I just had to save him I swear I thought there was a pulse I felt it faintly… didn’t I??? He was so cold though he was still Jose though I had to save him and I tried I did chest compressions I tried to bring him to consciousnesses and someone called the ambulance cause next thing I know I’m being pushed and commanded out of the way… while they continue what I was doing… caleb is for the first time ever not able to compose himself I was a mess I was shocked and I’m still unable to wrap my mind around it… people die all the time not Jose… no not him… He is still alive just in a bad place… right? The fact they were covering him and still working his chest means he’s got a chance right… I remember asking he’s alive right like he alive isn’t he??? We went to the er and sat in the room waiting… a doctor and a nurse came in and said it with such a brisk unaffected tone with no genuine sympathy… well the first responders did all they could and we did more here in different ways and there was just no bringing him back we couldn’t get a response… and still I said he didn’t make it??? The doctor said no he had been to far gone to resuscitate it had been about 5:30 pm that he had passed… 4 hours round about prior to me finding him that his heart stopped… I was trying to bring him back and he’s been gone for hours… he said there alone for hours… Contribute
But back to the story… Caleb came in and we were laughing and goofing off it was around 5 pm on the 18th of November… after an hour or 2 we hadn’t heard from Jose which was out of the ordinary for sure… Caleb mentioned he hadn’t heard from him… so I message his phone and after about an hour and a half of no response I start to panic… you see we are all the black sheep of society anyone for the most part in our life or this story is going to be like minded… living life as an “Outlaw”… commonly referred to as criminal or convict or always from the rougher darker side of life… Well I ask Caleb where Jose was when he last saw him and he told me which one of our mutual friends house Jose was at… but That they were not home it was only Jose there…. I will tell you my heart sank you see Jose had suffered addiction issues as have we all or even still are… Jose’s addiction was to opiates or pain killers downers and uppers but his preference was to be on downers…. We had gotten him out of jail a couple weeks prior and were so proud of him that he hadn’t done any fentanyl or heroin since he’d been out… That’s a huge step for him… well earlier in the day as I got ready for parole he came in and told me to pay attention.. I immediately got scared he showed me where narcan was and told me what to do that he’d done something while gone and he knew there was fentanyl in it he could tell… well not long after he said okay I’m good I’m okay… we’ll I still stayed an extra hour or so and then saw he was in fact okay and I went to parole… back to the fact he was alone in a friends house and no one had been able to reach him in hours… I said I’m going to check on him… I rushed over in my car heartbb no in my throat praying he was just busy or didn’t have his phone in hand… I beat on the door and then just rush in yelling for him as I make it to the bathroom I knock and still nothing this is where it gets rough…
I opened the door… and I felt a rush of coolness my hair stood up all over my body and the sound that came from the deepest part of my soul saying Jose no wake up… I didn’t even recognize… with his knee twisted behind him he was kneeling down with his body slumped forward his head slumped forward his hands in his lap he was on his knees and I started shaking him yelling for him to answer… I was trying to pull him up to sit him up and see his face I was trying to feel his neck I checked so hard for a pulse multiple places and I began to panic he was discolored and I just couldn’t lift him to make it easier for him to breathe I had to get help I ran and got caleb we just lived down the street… and all I could to was skid in the driveway and blow the horn I could move fast enough he came running and I screamed come on he already knew something was wrong… we run back into the house and Jose is now on his back not in the pray position which to this day I still don’t understand and that’s when I truly saw him for the final time… his lips were blue he had snot coming out of his nose it was dried up and his ears were almost black… I think I lost part of my mind that moment… That image forever burned into my mind… I seen the bag with narcan and i administered narcan like he had told me earlier and I began trying to Resuscitate him I just had to save him I swear I thought there was a pulse I felt it faintly… didn’t I??? He was so cold though he was still Jose though I had to save him and I tried I did chest compressions I tried to bring him to consciousnesses and someone called the ambulance cause next thing I know I’m being pushed and commanded out of the way… while they continue what I was doing… caleb is for the first time ever not able to compose himself I was a mess I was shocked and I’m still unable to wrap my mind around it… people die all the time not Jose… no not him… He is still alive just in a bad place… right? The fact they were covering him and still working his chest means he’s got a chance right… I remember asking he’s alive right like he alive isn’t he??? We went to the er and sat in the room waiting… a doctor and a nurse came in and said it with such a brisk unaffected tone with no genuine sympathy… well the first responders did all they could and we did more here in different ways and there was just no bringing him back we couldn’t get a response… and still I said he didn’t make it??? The doctor said no he had been to far gone to resuscitate it had been about 5:30 pm that he had passed… 4 hours round about prior to me finding him that his heart stopped… I was trying to bring him back and he’s been gone for hours… he said there alone for hours… Contribute
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