I recently met a man on the street of life. He woke up one morning and found an imaginary friend who he would call his drinking buddy. He could see this friend like he was real. This imaginary friend would ask him a question early in the morning "Got a beer?" Then he would go out and drink with this imaginary friend.
He lost it all, his job, his car, his clothes, and now he is living on street drinking alcohol and panhandling to get by each day. He would sleep on the curb of the street at night. Once in a while, his imaginary "real" friend would be mad at him because this friend did not get his way! One day, this friend got him so mad that he beat himself on the chest that people had to call the ambulance to take him for treatment.
The depression hit him hard along with other illnesses. He loses hope, just want to give up. A little faith he said in God got him through a day. He would like to be off the street because the stress level is too much to handle. It causes anxiety attacks, shaking and alcohol withdrawn.
What option does he have the rest of his life? Where does his help come from?
Pastor Linh
Friday, September 3, 2010
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