One of the contractors at work is a quiet young man. He’s probably 25 or so, I didn’t ask. I’ve never seen him speak to anyone. today I was working across this channel between two of the baghouses, about 70 feet up. He stopped to let me finish what I was doing, so he could get by. I finished and stepped off to the side, but he didn’t continue on. I said howdy, because I’m so nice, and he just started spilling his guts.
His daughter is 2 and a half months old. Her eyeballs are bright yellow, she has had an intestinal transplant or removal, i’m not sure which. It all fell out in a rush. She’s on dialysis, and her liver has basically failed. He’s not a doctor, so the descriptions weren’t real clear. Then he shook me to my boots. He asked me to pray for her.
I don’t really do that.
I didn’t tell him that.
Tonight sophie marie shall have another interceder, because even if I don’t do that, she needs it
I know so many people complaining of such minor things. This guy stoically deals with this incredible trauma. I can’t imagine why hetalked to me. i didn’t see him talk to anyone else. Maybe he did.
I’ve never had faith. I’ve seen to much shit like this to believe in a god of mercy and love.
can’t hurt to try though I’ve been wrong before