Life Part 2
I probably wasnt that nice about some of the advice either, but after a couple of things he had kinda broken down and told me about high school and the football team. He had tried out for football and made the team, after lots of practices and training the big game came. He was sitting on the bench waiting to go into the game when one of his teacher tapped him on the shoulder. The teacher told him that because of his low test scores, he wouldnt be able to participate in the game. He had broke down crying as he was telling me this story and I could tell that it really crushed by this event. At the time, I was just a teen and really wasnt sure what kind of support I could give him. I am sure that wasnt much help to him and I wish I could have been. The next time I talked with him, we were at my Great Grandmothers funeral. He showed up, looking like he had gotten his clothes from the salvation army store from the 1970's. After the funeral, Dennis, my other Uncle, my brother and me were all standing around talking. I could tell Dennis had not showered or had a haircut for a while, he asked if we all wanted to go out that night. Me, being a married man was not a partier and I declined the invitation as did the other two. I could tell that Dennis was a little embarassed about being turned down and I could see the loneliness in his eyes. I actually wanted to change my mind, but it was already done. The last time I talked with him, My father and I were sitting with him at my grandmothers house and having a beer on the back patio. He had been working a construction job and holding the job. After a little small talk, I said to Dennis that it was good that he kept the construction job, because he need to straighten up his life. That made him pretty mad, he told me that he didnt need [wash my mouth][wash my mouth][wash my mouth][wash my mouth] from his nephew on how to live his life. That was the last time I spoke with him. Over the next couple of months, I heard about how Dennis was still at the job. Then I heard he was going to church on a regular basis. Then not long after, I was told he had accepted Jesus into his life. I was very happy, but because life was so busy at that point in my life, (starting a new business, getting my wife though nursing school, and raising two kid) I never got the opportunity to speak with him about his new life with the Lord. I had actually planned on going down to see him, because I had felt like I had enough walk with the Lord to date that I could just spend time with him and listen to his testimony without trying to tell him how to do anything or try to get him to any other level then where he was at. I also wanted to maybe make up for any immaturity I may have had the other times I had talked with him. Years slipped by and then one day, he backslid and was found dead in his apartment from and overdose of heroin..... Thats when I finally went down to see him.
I probably wasnt that nice about some of the advice either, but after a couple of things he had kinda broken down and told me about high school and the football team. He had tried out for football and made the team, after lots of practices and training the big game came. He was sitting on the bench waiting to go into the game when one of his teacher tapped him on the shoulder. The teacher told him that because of his low test scores, he wouldnt be able to participate in the game. He had broke down crying as he was telling me this story and I could tell that it really crushed by this event. At the time, I was just a teen and really wasnt sure what kind of support I could give him. I am sure that wasnt much help to him and I wish I could have been. The next time I talked with him, we were at my Great Grandmothers funeral. He showed up, looking like he had gotten his clothes from the salvation army store from the 1970's. After the funeral, Dennis, my other Uncle, my brother and me were all standing around talking. I could tell Dennis had not showered or had a haircut for a while, he asked if we all wanted to go out that night. Me, being a married man was not a partier and I declined the invitation as did the other two. I could tell that Dennis was a little embarassed about being turned down and I could see the loneliness in his eyes. I actually wanted to change my mind, but it was already done. The last time I talked with him, My father and I were sitting with him at my grandmothers house and having a beer on the back patio. He had been working a construction job and holding the job. After a little small talk, I said to Dennis that it was good that he kept the construction job, because he need to straighten up his life. That made him pretty mad, he told me that he didnt need [wash my mouth][wash my mouth][wash my mouth][wash my mouth] from his nephew on how to live his life. That was the last time I spoke with him. Over the next couple of months, I heard about how Dennis was still at the job. Then I heard he was going to church on a regular basis. Then not long after, I was told he had accepted Jesus into his life. I was very happy, but because life was so busy at that point in my life, (starting a new business, getting my wife though nursing school, and raising two kid) I never got the opportunity to speak with him about his new life with the Lord. I had actually planned on going down to see him, because I had felt like I had enough walk with the Lord to date that I could just spend time with him and listen to his testimony without trying to tell him how to do anything or try to get him to any other level then where he was at. I also wanted to maybe make up for any immaturity I may have had the other times I had talked with him. Years slipped by and then one day, he backslid and was found dead in his apartment from and overdose of heroin..... Thats when I finally went down to see him.
