So yesterday I get to work and my boss ask if heard from my buddy John Miller, now John is in his late forties, recently found out his liver is failing and got approved for a new one. Apparently Saturday at work john wasnt doing so well. I havent heard from john since the day I went to Florida. I find out john didnt confirm his schedule this week, or pick up his pay, totally unlike him. Now me and john arent best friends but were real cool, hes one of the nicest people I ever met, and our past are very similar. Throughout the day I couldnt get john off my mind for some reason, just kept wondering about him. Now I didnt know where john lived, just that he lived in Conway. So after work I went to Conway and drove around until I found his vehicles. So I knocked on several doors and found his house. I pounded for like fifteen minutes, checked his mailbox, there was still mail from Monday. So I decided to call the police, who decided it best to kick the door in. When the door came open the smell I smelt I well never forget. We went into the apartment and found poor john, all alone on the bathroom floor. White as a ghost, but thank God, to all of our surprises, he had a very faint heartbeat. He had sores on his body consistent of laying in the same position for at least three days .... He has been taken to the medical center, he is still unresponsive, but he is alive. God is amazing, Im not a religious nut, but something kept him on my mind all day long, something made me go to Conway, and something made me find him. God is good man. Everyone please keep my friend in your prayers. Thank you.
Posted on: Thu, 30 Oct 2014 17:12:27 +0000
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