Oops!

I inadvertantly deleted my whole blog! We'll just have to do with what we've got, it's just water under the bridge! Anyway, I went to the pier this morning and H. was getting arrested. You know what? I'm going to start using whole names instead of just the first letter in their name. I'll use nicknames in order to protect the innocent, whoever they are! His name is "Hub." He drinks alot! Hard liquor, with a chaser of beer, early in the morning, and not just a pint! A fifth to start the day! He's a sweet man, always trying to help somebody, but his drinking hinders his ability. I've known Hub for a long time. He was one of the first people we met when "Leno" and I first came out here. We were runnin' from our warrants in L.A. county hopin' they wouldn't come up here in OC. They didn't but you know what? God knew about them. Somehow he made us take care of them with the help of our pastor and his wife. Now we don't have any warrants. We're clean man! That's all water under the bridge. Poor Hub's gonna sit in the drunk tank for a few hours...Alot of good that'll do, he'll just start where he left off when he gets out 'cause the DT's will have kicked in and he'll want to get well. He's expressed to me that he's carrying on to much. Those were his words, "Terry I been carryin' on too much." Meaning that he's getting tired of living this way, which is a good sign, but it's so hard to quit without help. I mean drugs to take the edge off the withdrawal symptoms. The worst sickness I've ever felt, hard to discribe, it's so hard that it's scary to go through. He wants to stop. He said that after he got out of jail a couple months back he shouldn't have given in. He was weak he said. Hub might not last much longer, please pray for him.
Well naturally with all the cops there I didn't see the rest of the guys. I hung around for about an hour and then left. I ran into a homeless guy named "Sarco". Friendly, but obviously by his dress and his conversation a little touched. I prayed with him and gave him a Mcmuffin. He said he'll go to church with me.
I tried to give away another mcmuffin to someone but he adamantly refused it as though it were cursed!
I went over to the other side of town to check on "Bandaid". He asked me to read the letters he had. They looked official and he thought they might be his money from the lawsuit. I opened it up. It was a bill from the hospital. Poor bandaid, he wants me to drop my life as I know it and go with him in his new Hummer (when he buys one) and his boat and go fishing! It sounds tempting.
Last tuesday I brought "Brutha B." with me to the tent revival and he made the altar-call. At first I didn't think he was going to do it. He kept nudging me and telling me to go up. After a couple of times I realized that maybe he just didn't want to go up alone so I said "I'll go if you go!" He said "go on then!" so we both went up. It was joyous and he was filled. I'm still trying to get him to church but that was a big step!
Well I'm going to not hit the delete button on this anymore. I'm learning so that's a positive thing! Here's some pics.