Here's a great story that sorta involves a sad addict tale.
My best friend in this world, Lathe, and I attended the same church all through our childhood. When we were about 15 or so, there was a young man half our age that had several mental and social issues due to his mother being a drunk and addict while he was in the womb. His grandmother was raising him and faithfully brought the boy to church. He would say and do the most inappropriate things in every service. Everyone overlooked his misdeeds, he couldn't help it after all.
One day, Lathe and I were leaving the church, walking down the long set of stairs in front of the building. The boy run up behind Lathe, drew up a world class luggie and launched it onto Lathes back. In a most unChristianlike manor, Lathe pivoted without hesitation , grabbed the youngster by his ears and returned fire directly into the boys face! It was amazing. The grandma was screaming, "He doesn't know what he's doing", and Lathe replied calmly, "Maybe so, but I bet that SOB doesn't spit on me again". Some lessons are hard to learn, that kid learned. Even to this day, 30 years later, if I mention the incident to Lathe, he will unapologeticly reply, "that sob never spit on me again".
I believe a certain percentage of people just have to die for this nonsense to stop. Hard lessons to learn are well learned. Life is tough, it's tougher if you are dumb.