Not for me, all is well with me.
But my shooting buddy, he is in a bad way.
Heard that he spent the weekend in the hospital, flu and blood clots in his lungs.
He stopped by sunday night after they released him. He looked like he had aged 40 years in 4 days. He needed blood thinners, meds were supposed to be covered. But pharmacy that was open wanted 22$ before they would give them too him.
So I gave him a 50$ and sent him on his way.
2 days later on the phone he sounded worse. Was on his way back to the Hospital.
So I prayed for him.
Yesterday I called around noon, he sounded 80, and we talked a few minutes and I did some Reiki over the phone. I heard after that he was able to eat some lunch and walk a little bit.
This man has had nothing but bad luck and worse luck as long as I have known him.
His 12 and 10 year old step daughters said that he was abusing them. He had to leave his wife, his home, his stuff and walk away. Well his wife came to me first and we pawned his guns, and I made him a rather substantial loan. Then he came to stay for a couple of weeks, then he found a cheap place to live.
I walked through that 2 years of hell with him. He'd never hurt those kids.
But everyone who knew him knew. Ohhh how he suffered.
Acquitted in court eventually he got parts of his life back. His trailer and lot were lost to not being able to make the payments while everything else broke.
Two years later his wife left for someone she met online.
Two years after that he had a kid slam up against his door so hard that it popped open. Kid was so drunk he could not talk. When my buddy Vern told him to leave he cocked a fist and hit him in the head
Vern said "Get out now, or I'll get the shotgun" Kid hit him in the head again.
So he grabbed the shotgun, and the kid grabbed the barrel. At that point he knew it was him or the kid, so he pulled the trigger.
Kid squealled, ran out, down the stairs, into an other apartment he had been in that night and kicked out of, curled up in a corner and died.
And Vern Allen went through hell again.
They took every gun, every loaded round. Left him defenseless. Local TV station showed first a street corner with 2 street signs, then an apartment complex, then the stairs, then the door with Apt 2 on it.
So any idiot could have walked right up to his door.
The PTSD was bad for a while, then he was diagnosed as suffering from Bipolar.
He has been struggling to make ends meet, but his Copenhagen Habit has not been helping. He's living in a 2 bedroom apartment, and the roommate he found is not paying his rent and the back rent he owes him.
He has a good heart but he is downtrodden and has no real faith.
I am afraid that he is full of cancer, and that I will be losing him soon.
I don't have many real friends. I do not tolerate fools or idiots.
I would appreciate any prayer any of you can send up.
His name is Vern Allen, and he is 9 years younger than me, middle 50's.
And he is melting down in front of my eyes. And he won't hear the gospel, won't listen to the Lord. And he is SCARED!
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