Sharing food…and life.
We lose our way sometimes, and if we are wise, we will seek godly counsel. Sometimes the godly counsel even comes to us. Here’s a story of love-in-action where sharing a plate of food ended up saving a life and some words on counsel by Christopher Harris.
You need to understand the importance of GETTING WISE COUNSEL. But even more importantly, you need to be willing to humble yourself enough to FOLLOW WISE COUNSEL. The consequences and repercussions of your failure to follow wise counsel can not only be national, but they can be generational. ~Christopher Harris
I was in a really tough spot a couple of years ago. I was 24, homeless, and extremely depressed. I had recently stopped shooting Heroin (for about 6 months) hoping my life would magically turn around, but the depression and anxiety were still there.
I had to beg for change to get my next meal, live in filthy clothes, and sleep in a tent by a river infested with spiders and mosquitos.
It was the 4th of July and my 24th birthday was only a couple of days away. I remember thinking about how I missed my family, and how impossible it seemed to turn my life around.
Some kind stranger gave me $30 dollars, and I got it in my head that buying a fifth of cheap vodka and $20 of black tar (Heroin) was an easy way out. I went to a park and drank like half the bottle all the while watching the happy families have BBQ’s and laughing.
I knew my tolerance would be little to none, and being drunk and shooting Heroin is a one way ticket out.
I cooked up the shot and watched all the happiness around me for about 20 min then I put the needle in, and the last (thoughts) I remember were “This is it. It’s finally over…”
I pushed the plunger, and faded into darkness. It was weird though, It was like my last thoughts dragged on forever, and I entered a weird void where I was just floating.
Luckily, a couple visiting the park from Texas had been watching me, and were making a plate up for me from their BBQ. The husband noticed me go down and rushed over and called an ambulance.
They later told me I was purple and unresponsive and they had never seen anyone that color before.
I woke up in the hospital scared, and confused. A doctor came in and told me what had happened. Then the couple came in. I had no idea who they were, but after talking I admitted to them that it was a suicide attempt and not an accidental overdose.
They refused to leave my side and checked me out of the hospital. They drove me to their hotel, let me take a shower and gave me 3 meals a day for the duration of their trip.
I’m still thankful to them everyday.~DrizztDo