Thanking God For Answering Our Prayers To Help A Friend.
Friday, February 3, 2012
A few months ago a twenty one year old man asked my wife Joann if there was any weed eating that we might need to have done. Joann told him no, but there might be other kinds of work .
His name was Edward. He seemed to be a nice young man. No matter how mature young people may act, I still affectionately consider them to be kids because I am much older than them. When I was a young boy I got into my share of trouble , but fortunately our lord, and some excellent role models looked out for me. When I grew older I became a uniformed deputy sheriff, and I can tell you that I have seen everything in life.
My mother in law surprised me. She said, " You think of Edward as being like a son ." I said, " Not really. He is not my son, and he has a good father. I am only a friend that considers the young man to be a good kid that needs a few breaks in life. He needs heart surgery, and he needs someone to give him a good indoor job so that he can get his girl friend , and their one year old little girl back into his life.. All I am is a neighbor, and as a reasonable person , I care about people that need a helping hand. My heart goes out to the young man that needs some assistance in life. All I try to be to anyone is a friend. And there are millions of good neighbors in our good old USA. They need to know you before they can even think about trusting you, and that is understandable ."
This young helper who has helped me to repair my floor, and to clean up our porch, and to help us around our place of residence has just recently had heart surgery.
I paid him well for his work. I did not give him hard work to do. I made sure that what I gave him to do would not be strenuous. He is always welcome in our home. Joann, and Becky also like him as a friend.
He mentioned that he had heart surgery , and that the news was good. His step mother told me that when the doctors were working on his heart, they discovered that it only needed to be repaired right now. Maybe some years down the road he might need something artificial added to a heart valve.
Edward is a very good kid. I prayed for him, and so did my family. I asked our lord to help him , and God answered my prayers , and it seems that Edward has a good chance of having a normal life.
Edward showed me a picture of his baby girl that he has not seen in about three months. He talks often to his fiance, and his baby whenever possible by telephone.
When I was a deputy sheriff in the volunteers a young man died in my hands after he was mangled in an automobile accident. It was like holding someone else's dying heart . The boy had thick black hair. My CPR did nothing for him, and his leg was twisted around like a cork screw. It was like he was sleeping until he stopped breathing. I held the boy in the back seat of a wrecked car, and there was water up to my knees, and I thought about God. Thank God that God is good because I knew the boy would go to God. Working with someone dying can take a lot out of you. I have seen so much death. I carried my deceased aunt in my arms. I saw two young teens lose their lives instantly from a head on collision. . I ran like the wind to save the life of a woman having a heart attack. I carried a sixteen year old girl to ,and emergency room, and she lived . She had a ruptured appendix.
A boy who was a neighbor friend when I was a child committed suicide. He shot himself with a twelve gauge shotgun. I begged him not to kill himself. I said, please don't kill yourself. He looked at me , and smiled in a scary strange demonic kind of way that did not seem human at all. I could swear to God that something evil was inside him. I was about eight years old. He used his big toe to reach the trigger of his daddy's twelve gauge, and shot himself . What a terrible thing to do to you're body. I saw police cars, and the police chief told me what happened.
Your body is your gift, your temple from our wonderful God in Heaven.
As and officer I layed my life on the line to stop gun fights, or killings. I walked right into the muzzles, and sights of rifles , and pistols to help save people from getting shot, as well as the police. I never took a life, and that was the way I wanted it. My badge had the words serve , and protect, and my promise to society was to do exactly what my badge expected of me. I never considered myself to be a jury, or judge. I left that to God, and to the laws, and people of our USA.
We do not live forever in this world , so why not do something good once in a while to help our neighbors as long as their worth helping.
In a few days I may give Edward a call. He is recovering in a hospital. God answered prayers so I thanked God. I was not the only person that prayed for him.