August 21, 2017

A Former D.A.R.E. Student’s Letter to Humphreys County Sheriff Chris Davis

Posted on July 25, 2017 by in Hometown, News, Tennessee

Humphreys County (TN) Sheriff Chris Davis

Hi Mr. Davis,

I am sure you don’t remember me, but I remember you, my name was Jennifer Parsley at the time. In fact, I feel you are a big reason why I have turned out to be a successful adult.

You were my D.A.R.E teacher, but you also came to my house many times on N. Main St. in Dickson. Usually due to one of the many overdose attempts by my mother, Glenda Parsley. I remember sitting in your class as you went over the drugs and I remember wanting to tell you that I was familiar with them all. I knew how to inject my mom with what she called a speedball by age 7. That was just one of the many drugs I was familiar with.

I listened to you, I listened to the effects and consequences you informed me of and I just assumed no one told my family of these things, but I knew and I learned from you. One night when you came to my house after my mom’s overdose I think you could see I was in a deep depression. You told me that I didn’t have to be like her, that I controlled my own life and that things would get better if I chose the right path. That has ALWAYS stuck with me. It has echoed in my head since the day you told me.

There was times as I teen that I got in trouble, never for drugs though. I stole a couple times, usually clothes, because my mom would disappear for days at a time leaving me with no clean clothes or food. Judge Jackson finally took me away from her. I hated him at the time but I’m so thankful now. I ran away a couple times from state’s custody. I actually turned 18 as a runaway, but still never touched drugs. On my 18th birthday I got a job and never looked back. It’s only been uphill since then. I now work for in Houston, TX as well as Google selling Adwords and PPC. I make 6 figures now, I’m a wife and mother of 3 kids. All because you took the time to tell me I can be different and to educate me. No one expected me to turn out differently from my mom, but you gave me the push I needed to prove them wrong. I am literally the lone survivor of my family, too. My mom, Glenda Parsley died in 2003 from heart failure, we both know why her heart failed. My brother hung himself Christmas Eve 1999, on Schradder Heights in Dickson, and my father Michael Parsley, went missing from Nashville in 2009. His remains were found in 2013 in Wayne County, TN. He was the victim of a brutal murder. 3 men beat him so bad every bone was broken and then they dismembered him. While he truly was just an innocent victim, I believe he still holds some responsibility for the environment he surrounded himself in.

So, as you can see, I literally am the only survivor all thanks to someone telling me I can be different, that their lifestyle was a choice. So thank you from the bottom of my heart. I’m sorry this is so long. I put some photos below. Merry Christmas!