It's not just air in that can...
are a lot of bogus chain emails hitting our inboxes every day. It is easy to
delete them without glancing at the content Ė in fact, when you arenít familiar
with the sender, thatís the smart thing to do. But there is one forward that is
true, frightening and vital.
is a copy of the original message:
Dust Off- A
Serious Fatal Hazard
First IM going to tell you a little about me and my family. My name is Jeff. I
am a Police Officer for a city which is known nationwide for its crime rate. We
have a lot of gangs and drugs. At one point we were # 2 in the nation in
homicides per capita. I also have a police K-9 named Thor . He was certified in
drugs and general duty. He retired at 3 years old because he was shot in the
line of duty. He lives with us now and I still train with him because he likes
it. I always liked the fact that there was no way to bring drugs into my house.
Thor wouldn't allow it. He would tell on you. The reason I say this is so you
understand that I know about drugs. I have taught in schools about drugs. My
wife asks all our kids at least once a week if they used any drugs. Makes them
promise they won't.
I like building computers occasionally and started building a new one in
February 2005. I also was working on some of my older computers. They were full
of dust so on one of my trips to the computer store I bought a 3 pack of DUST
OFF. Dust Off is a can of compressed air to blow dust off a computer. A few
weeks later when I went to use them they were all used. I talked to my kids and
my 2 sons both said they had used them on their computer and messing around with
them. I yelled at them for wasting the 10 dollars I paid for them. On February
28 I went back to the computer store. They didn't have the 3 pack which I had
bought on sale so I bought a single jumbo can of Dust Off. I went home and set
it down beside my computer.
On March 1st I left for work at 10 PM. At 11 PM my wife went down and kissed
Kyle goodnight. At 530 AM the next morning Kathy went downstairs to wake Kyle up
for school, before she left for work. He was sitting up in bed with his legs
crossed and his head leaning over. She called to him a few times to get up. He
didn't move. He would sometimes tease her like this and pretend he fell back
asleep. He was never easy to get up. She went in and shook his arm. He fell
over. He was pale white and had the straw from the Dust Off can coming out of
his mouth. He had the new can of Dust Off in his hands. Kyle was dead.
I am a police officer and I had never heard of this. My wife is a nurse and she
had never heard of this. We later found out from the coroner, after the autopsy,
that only the propellant from the can of Dust off was in his system. No other
drugs. Kyle had died between midnight and 1 Am.
I found out that using Dust Off is being done mostly by kids ages 9 through 15.
They even have a name for it. It's called dusting. A take off from the Dust Off
name. It gives them a slight high for about 10 seconds. It makes them dizzy. A
boy who lives down the street from us showed Kyle how to do this about a month
before. Kyle showed his best friend. Told him it was cool and it couldn't hurt
you. It's just compressed air. It can't hurt you. His best friend said no.
Kyle was wrong. It's not just compresses air. It also contains a propellant. I
think its R2. It's a refrigerant like what is used in your refrigerator. It is a
heavy gas.-Heavier than air. When you inhale it, it fills your lungs and keeps
the good air, with oxygen, out. That's why you feel dizzy, buzzed. It decreases
the oxygen to your brain, to your heart. Kyle was right. It can't hurt you. IT
KILLS YOU. The horrible part about this is there is no warning. There is no
level that kills you. It's not cumulative or an overdose; it can just go
randomly, terribly wrong. Roll the dice and if your number comes up you die.
IT'S NOT AN OVERDOSE. It's Russian roulette. You don't die later. Or not feel
good and say I've had too much. You usually die as your breathing it in. If not
you die within 2 seconds of finishing "the hit." That's why the straw was still
in Kyle's mouth when he died. Why his eyes were still open.
The experts want to call this huffing. The kids don't believe its huffing. As
adults we tend to lump many things together. But it doesn't fit here. And that's
why it's more accepted. There is no chemical reaction. no strong odor. It
doesn't follow the huffing signals. Kyle complained a few days before he died of
his tongue hurting. It probably did. The propellant causes frostbite. If I had
It's easy to say hay, it's my life and I'll do what I want. But it isn't. Others
are always affected. This has forever changed our family's life. I have a hole
in my heart and soul that can never be fixed. The pain is so immense I can't
describe it. There's nowhere to run from it. I cry all the time and I don't ever
cry. I do what I'm supposed to do but I don't really care. My kids are messed
up. One won't talk about it. The other will only sleep in our room at night. And
my wife, I can't even describe how bad she is taking this. I thought we were
safe because of Thor. I thought we were safe because we knew about drugs and
talked to our kids about them.
After Kyle died another story came out. A Probation Officer went to the school
system next to ours to speak with a student. While there he found a student
using Dust Off in the bathroom. This student told him about another student who
also had some in his locker. This is a rather affluent school system. They will
tell you they don't have a drug problem there. They don't even have a dare or
plus program there. So rather than tell everyone about this "new" way of getting
high they found, they hid it. The probation officer told the media after Kyle's
death and they, the school, then admitted to it. I know that if they would have
told the media and I had heard, it wouldn't have been in my house.
We need to get this out of our homes and school computer labs.
Using Dust Off isn't new and some "professionals" do know about. It just isn't
talked about much, except by the kids. They know about it.
April 2nd was 1 month since Kyle died. April 5th would have been his 15th
birthday. And every weekday I catch myself sitting on the living room couch at
2:30 in the afternoon and waiting to see him get off the bus. I know Kyle is in
heaven but I can't help but wonder if I died and went to Hell.
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