Chapter 23 Henry's story

Henry is often told that Jesus loves you, and it must be true.Because he always gets a second chance. While in prison, Henry boxed well, winning a heavyweight bout.He also read well enough to get an associate degree equivalent to a secondary school graduate, although he didn't even have a junior high school diploma. After he was released from prison, he found a job in disinfection and deworming.He married his long-time girlfriend, Anat, and for a while they lived a normal, routine life.Anat is pregnant and Henry wants a son. Then one night, when he came home, Fu she couldn't straighten up in pain.They rushed to the hospital in a hurry.The baby was born, three months premature, a very small boy weighing less than a pound.They named him Jarrell.Doctors warned that his chances of survival were slim.But Henry held the baby in his big palm and kissed his little feet.

my son.he whispered.Then he turned to God for help: let him live.Please, let him live. Five days later, the baby died. Henry and Anat buried the baby in a Long Island cemetery.For a while, Henry suspected that God was punishing him for his past deeds. But before long he became bitter.His career failed, his house was seized, and seeing that his drug dealer brother had more hundred-dollar bills than he had one-dollar bills, Henry abandoned God, gave up his second chance, resumed his old business, and started committing crimes again. Henry first started selling a small amount of the product, and then the quantity became larger, with more and more portions.Money comes in fast.Soon he regarded himself as the big brother, bragging about himself and giving orders.He bought fancy clothes and styled his hair.When people asked him for help, he actually forced them to kneel down.His attitude softened only when he saw the mother bringing the child.They would trade him anything for drugs: groceries they had just bought, sometimes even tiny earrings for a baby girl.

keep it.He said, before handing them a small packet of drugs.But that earring is mine now.Every time you come to my place, I see the baby wearing earrings. In the mid-1980s, Henry earned tens of thousands of dollars a month.He sold drugs to lavish parties, mostly respectable figures such as judges and lawyers, and even policemen who came off duty to attend.Henry sneered at their weakness and his own fleeting power.But one night, he made a common but fatal mistake and decided to try a little of his product. That's the cliff.He flew out. Before long, Henry became addicted to the poison he handled, and all he wanted to do was get lost in the cloud of crack cocaine.He often uses the product that should be sold for his own use, and makes up a lot of whimsical excuses to cover it up.

For example, once, he burned several cigarette holes in his arm and lied to Dapan that he was tortured and the drugs were taken away. Another time, he asked a friend to shoot him in the leg with a . 25 automatic rifle so he could tell Big Pan that he had been robbed.They actually went to the hospital and asked to see his wounds. One ill-fated night, drugged, high, and needing more money, he took a few others, including his nephew and brother-in-law, in a convertible to Canarsie, Brooklyn.Their method of robbery is to drive up to the unsuspecting prey, jump out, get the money, and drive away.

This time I met an old couple.Henry jumped out of the car and brandished a gun in front of them. You know what it is!he shouted. The old woman screamed. Shut up or I'll blow your head off.he growled. Elderly couple hand over cash, jewelry, bracelets.Looking at their old faces, Henry felt uneasy, and his conscience throbbed.But he didn't stop, and before long, their car was speeding down Flatland Avenue in a neighboring neighborhood. Then the siren sounded.Police lights flashing.Henry shouted loudly to his nephew to continue driving.He rolled down the window and threw out what he had.Jewelry, money, even their guns.

It wasn't long before the police car overtook them. At the police station, Henry lined up with a group of suspects for identification.he waits.The police brought the old man in. Henry knew he was screwed. As soon as the old man identified him, Henry would be prosecuted, convicted, and faced fifteen years in prison.The life he knew was over.Why did he take such a risk?Now, he literally threw everything out the window. Is it this person?the policeman asked. Henry swallowed a mouthful of saliva. I am not sure.the old man murmured. What? Take another look.said the police. I am not sure.said the old man.

Henry couldn’t believe what he heard.Why didn't this person identify him?He once brandished a gun at him. Henry was released because it could not be confirmed that he committed the crime.He went home and lay down.He told himself that this was God's arrangement.God is merciful, and God wants to give him another chance.God told him to stop robbing, stop doing drugs, and stop scaring people. Maybe that's true. But he still wouldn't listen.