Bill’s Story, The Founder - Click to read full story
I am 56 years old and have been living with a chronic stomach disorder. I use medical marijuana and it relieves the daily disabling pain associated with my disorder. I consulted a physician and they spoke of the optional treatment of medical marijuana. I decided to try it, but did not know how to obtain it as I knew I couldn’t just go to the local pharmacy.
This started my venture into finding a medical marijuana collective / dispensary. There were pamphlets at the doctor’s office and sites on line, but little information about the facilities themselves.
I decided to try a dispensary in the City of Anaheim located between a bong shop and a massage parlor. Once inside, I found myself in a very shoddy room run by young adults under 25 years of age. After having my recommendation verified, I was escorted to a back room. On one side there were several young people indulging, and the other side had a jewelry counter with several containers of medical marijuana. The young gentleman behind the counter stared at me with red eyes and asked me what I would like. Having no idea what I needed, I pointed to one of the containers and said, “I will take some of that one.” I was never so nervous and apprehensive; I just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. It was a horrible experience that I never wanted to go back to.
My second experience (in search of a better place) was in the city of Lake Forest, located in an underground parking facility. As I walked up to the door I noticed many young adults on skateboards going in and out. There were bean bag chairs lying around with young people sitting in them. Overall, this experience was twice as bad as the Anaheim experience.
My third experience was in the city of Dana Point which was more controlled and professional. Still, I had very young adults waiting on me. While I was sitting and waiting to be called in to get my medication, I noticed an elderly lady in her late 70s walk in. She was shaking nervously and had a terrible look of fear in her eyes. I could see that she was scared. After the experiences I had as a 56-year-old male, this was understandable. The young adult took her to the back room and got her the medication. I commented to the young man that she looked very old to be there. He related to me that she was on many medications and her doctor wanted her to try medical marijuana to ease her off some of her other medications.
This got me to thinking: Why does a senior citizen have to go through this!? When seniors are the ones who benefit most from the medication, why do we have to seek out shoddy outfits to get it from? Why do we have to deal with people that could be our grand- or great grandchildren? Why do we have to go through this kind of humiliation?
After talking with many seniors and others, we came up with the “Golden Angels Seniors’ Collective”.
~We would like to keep it in the community
~Its members would be seniors in the community
~We would be located in or by a professional medical building
~We would have a system to give or at least discount to the seniors who cannot afford to have it
~We would have security equal to or better than that of a current pharmacy that carries narcotics
~Most of all, we would like to provide a way for convenient, safe access to medical marijuana, with dignity