Chapter 26 Henry's story

He's approaching his thirtieth birthday, a criminal, addicted to drugs, and lying to God.He had a wife; that couldn't bring him back.He had a daughter; that couldn't bring him back.His money was gone, his fancy clothes were gone, his unstyled hair had grown rough; none of that could stop him. One Saturday night, he desperately needed a drug.So he and two others drove to Jamaica, Queens, to find the only man with money and goods he could want, the drug dealer who had hired him. He knocks on their door.They answer the door. He pulls out a gun. what are you doing?They can't believe it.

You know what this is.He said. The gun didn't even have a firing pin.It's a good thing the drug dealers didn't know.Henry waved his gun and roared: Bring it.They gave him money, jewels and drugs. He drove away with his friends, giving them all the money and jewels and keeping only the poison for himself.His body only wants that stuff.All he could think about was that. Later that day, when Henry had had enough of the drugs and downed a lot of the broth, the paranoia kicked in and he realized what a stupid mistake he had made.Victims knew him and where he lived, and they were bound to retaliate.

Henry picked up the shotgun immediately, rushed out the front door, and hid behind a row of trash cans.His wife was confused and terrified. What happened?she asked, crying. Turn off the lights!he growled. He saw his daughter looking at the door. stay inside! He waited, trembling all over.He had a feeling: he had avoided so many troubles before, and today he finally couldn't escape.A car would drive up the street where he lived, and a hail of gunfire would kill him. So, one last time, he turned to God for help. Will you save me, Jesus?He whispered: If I promise to give myself to you, will you save me tonight?He was sobbing and breathing heavily.If after doing so many bad things, he is still qualified to pray, this time can be said to be his most sincere prayer.listen to me jesus please

He used to be a problem child. Bad boy. Scum of society. Can such a soul be saved? I accept only one tyrant in this world, That is the voice of inner silence. Gandhi