Ethical Dilemma

Seeing hi condition right before my eyes, I realized I was being no friend by allowing him to deteriorate. To tell his parents and not lose his camaraderie completely was high fear factor for me. I did not tell them anything at that point, since my friend had sworn me to secrecy. It just got worse as he moved on to more potent drugs. And who was I to tell his parents to begin with. My friend did end up in rehabilitation eventually. I picked phone and called his parents and told them the whole story. I knew his family well and his parents had called me up initially to find out if something is wrong. Thing went shoddier for three more weeks. But

the fact is that when I look into the mirror, I know that I did the right thing by not letting my friend down. I miss at times but I know for sure this test of ethics that I had encountered down my road of life thus far helped me come out morally strong. The sad part is that our friendship was never same as before and he never spoke to me again.