dannyboy
From the promised LAND
YAll Orphans? I guess we all end up as such before we die.
Got a call from the hospital today about Sam. He passed away about 20 minutes after I left. During the last few days, I got a real education on what it means to not have family that cares, or for that matter, any one.
Sam was one of the most hateful, spiteful two legged creatures to ever walk the face of the earth. Has two brothers somewhere, but they have not spoken in 40 years. And the last time before this year I saw him, I would not have crossed the street to pee on him if he was on fire. Used to go to the same church as I.
Well, due to the large number of at risk kids in our church's ministry (16 kids in a suburban is really not safe) we ended up buying a bus. One with a handicap lift. About the same time, I learned that Sam had been confined to a nursing home. So I went by there to check on him. What a difference. I can only describe it as a God Thing. While he was confined to a wheelchair, he really enjoyed getting out and going to church. Even the kids got to know and like Sam a lot. They even drew straws as to which two would push him back into the nursing home. It was something to see the change, not only in Sam, but also the kids, most of whom have both parents in prison.
But at the end, Sam was pretty much all alone. Besides the pastor, I was the only other person to go in to be with him. And I was the only one that was treated as family when it came to actually knowing what was going on.
Interesting. Do you know what it takes to properly dispose of an indigent person? While Sam willed his body to the medical school, they are so over run with bodys they are now picking and choosing which ones they want. And Sam was not one of the lucky ones.
But the big thing is his dying alone. Not all alone, but mostly alone. ANd in a week or so, no one will remember or care.
I guess the seeds you sow earlier in life all do come to fruition.
BUt I digress.
Life sucks sometimes. And its hard to get a do-over.
So do it right the first time.
d
Got a call from the hospital today about Sam. He passed away about 20 minutes after I left. During the last few days, I got a real education on what it means to not have family that cares, or for that matter, any one.
Sam was one of the most hateful, spiteful two legged creatures to ever walk the face of the earth. Has two brothers somewhere, but they have not spoken in 40 years. And the last time before this year I saw him, I would not have crossed the street to pee on him if he was on fire. Used to go to the same church as I.
Well, due to the large number of at risk kids in our church's ministry (16 kids in a suburban is really not safe) we ended up buying a bus. One with a handicap lift. About the same time, I learned that Sam had been confined to a nursing home. So I went by there to check on him. What a difference. I can only describe it as a God Thing. While he was confined to a wheelchair, he really enjoyed getting out and going to church. Even the kids got to know and like Sam a lot. They even drew straws as to which two would push him back into the nursing home. It was something to see the change, not only in Sam, but also the kids, most of whom have both parents in prison.
But at the end, Sam was pretty much all alone. Besides the pastor, I was the only other person to go in to be with him. And I was the only one that was treated as family when it came to actually knowing what was going on.
Interesting. Do you know what it takes to properly dispose of an indigent person? While Sam willed his body to the medical school, they are so over run with bodys they are now picking and choosing which ones they want. And Sam was not one of the lucky ones.
But the big thing is his dying alone. Not all alone, but mostly alone. ANd in a week or so, no one will remember or care.
I guess the seeds you sow earlier in life all do come to fruition.
BUt I digress.
Life sucks sometimes. And its hard to get a do-over.
So do it right the first time.
d
