last night i got a phone call

from a guy i was worried about

i had gone by his house to check on him

he managed to stumble out

what i saw was a man

who was headed for the grave

made me think of the time

when i was just like him

i wanted to fix him

take away the compulsion to destroy

what God had made

best i could do was hug him

and tell him he was too good not to save

i didn’t hear from him for a few weeks

i prayed he hadn’t died

i made several phone calls

never got a reply

i was sitting in my study

heard the telephone ring

it was the guy i was worried about

he sounded different somehow, someway

he said after i suggested he go back to rehab

he decided to make a phone call

see if anyone was willing to give him another shot

initially they turned him down and he thought about ending it all

but they called him back and offered him another chance

in the morning that’s where he is going

i don’t know if he will make it, but i will remember him in the back of my mind

the day i stopped by to see a guy who said i helped him have the” courage to give it another try”

way to go God