A FEW WEEKS AGO, I sat in an old church in Kensington and listened to people talk about loved ones they'd lost to the disease of addiction. Most had been addicted to heroin. The son who, over his favorite pancakes, made endless promises to get clean. The adored niece who seemed able to conquer all except a consuming addiction. The daughter who took one more hit, her last. It was the heartbreaking flip side of an afternoon spent in the Philadelphia suburb of Glen Mills with a woman who knew that if she didn't stop using heroin, her family would probably one day be memorializing her. Nicole Kapulsky, 38, a mother of three, is a small woman with a big, welcoming smile and bright, clear eyes...
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