Birthday in the Hospital

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Last night, May 7th, 11:48pm I walk off campus down Chicago Ave. I go to the store on Clark Street to grab a pepsi and some mentos, the night is feeling good, the weather is nice and  I want to clear my head and "walk" into another year of life. I went in the store and got my treats and as I walked out I routinly did what I always do, look to the left, look to the right. Everything was fine and it was now 11:58pm. I begin down Clark and see a man I know, he's homeless. I talk to him as aften as I see him, help him out when it is in my ability to do so, always speak the truth, never judge, sometimes ask questions and he tells me he loves me because of it. I love this guys too, shoot, I love everybody. Well, I saw him there on clark Street in his wheel chair and expected what would happen next. "D-ROC!....come here man."

"What up g?"

"Ahhh, listen to me D-Roc, I need you to get me to the hospital right now"

"What up man, what hap-"

"I just got stabbed b, I need to get to the hospital, come around front of me, look"

That was all I needed to here. In that jumbled  moment I aksed which way to the hospital, if he wanted an  ambulance, I didn't ask what happened or why, I just got behind him and grabbed the handles and started pushin. His front whell was broken and I had to lean the lil bit of weight that I am on to keep that gap from dipping and tipping him over and out of his chair.

I won't say his name, I won't give the detail of the whole night. After his CT scan I was able to stay with him, and I did, and we talked. A lot.  and dealt with the nurses and docters and his attitude and theirs and everything.

As I pushed that wheelchair to the hospital, I checked my watch and saw 12:08am. I told him to stay awake. "Hey g, it's my birthday now." he told me happy birthday. I stayed in that hospital next to his bed, watched him itch and scratch, squirt blood, hurt and moan, laugh, be angry etc... I talked to his mom on the phone. Again Ill spare details. But he told me "God sent you my way man, I know it." And I know it.

There was no major injury from the stab wounds thank God. He could sit up and talk and would be fine, although he did break his hand fighting back. I stayed there until 4:30am. This is finals week for us and I had lots of work to do today. Plans for today. Plans for a short walk last night that did not include being up until 5:30am. I spent my birthday in a hospital, next to a homeless friend who was stabbed, able to talk openly about God, able to glorify God right where I was. Yea, I spent my birthday in a hospital. What could've been better?

P.S. - he's ok. his mother picked him up about an hour ago. Now, at least for the time, he'll have a bed, food, and a woman of God to share in his life daily...Everybody. Please pray that God turns this man's heart and saves him. Amen

The Danger of Assumption | Thrive 80

 Below you will find a link to thrive80 which is a site for the millennial generation to grow and think spiritually about the things of life. here is something that I wrote that was published. let me know what you think...Thanks

The Danger of Assumption | Thrive 80