Chapter 28 Henry's story

♦ Henry.Covington didn't sleep that night. But he didn't die either. The gang of drug dealers he robbed somehow never found him; none of the cars that came and went on the street where he lived had ever fired a single bullet.He hid behind a trash can, clutching his shotgun, repeating his question over and over. Will you save me, Jesus? He was in the sad tradition of mankind not to turn to God until all other means had failed.He'd done this before, turning his head to heaven and praying, but as soon as the current situation was over, he went back to making new troubles. But this time, when the sun rose, Henry.Covington tucked the shotgun under the bed and lay down next to his wife and children.

This Sunday is Easter. Henry looks back on his life.He has stolen, robbed, tricked, and swung guns at people.He wasted all his money on drugs, he got down to, one time, he had a pinch of crack cocaine and no tools to smoke it, so he searched the streets and finally found a cigarette butt.Anyone could have stepped on this cigarette butt, and a dog could have pissed on it.But it doesn't matter.He stuffed the cigarette butt into his mouth.What he must have is must. Now, on Easter morning, he suddenly wanted something else.hard to explain.Even his wife didn't understand.An acquaintance visits with heroin.Henry's eyes wanted it, his body craved it.But as long as he smoked it, he would die.He knew, he was very sure.Before, he had given his life to God in the darkness behind the trash can; now, just a few hours later, his first test came.

He told the man to go away. Then Henry went into the bathroom, landed on his knees, and began to pray.After praying, he gulped down a bottle of NyQuil cold syrup. The next day, he drank another bottle. On the third day, he took another bottle to numb himself in the process of self-detoxification.It took three days before he could put any food in his mouth.It was three days before he finally got out of bed. three days. Then he opened his eyes.