OMFG! I cannot believe I accidentally flushed my original story that was soooo hard to write. Sigh. That’ll learn me to pay attention when, on my phone, it says update post. Where my text went, I know not. How the text both above AND below the picture vanished, is beyond me.
And YAY! How Rochelle had it in her phone is beyond me. I’m calling it some kind of divine intervention. You Rock Rochelle!! Thank you, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!
Death was next.
An entrepreneurial spirit, he’d turned his habit into a successful business by 22.
Snorting coke to stay alert, drinking booze to pass out, he lived this illusively, exciting life. Till he lost himself.
At 23, weighing 125 lbs, he found himself homeless. Desperate, he knocked on the church door, seeking assistance.
The priest looked down, repulsed; “You are beyond help,” and slammed the door in his face.
Years later, he was now a sober, successful man. His wife beside him as he drove past, he pointed and spit out bitterly, “That’s the church that turned me away.”