Ive shared awhile back about an accident my sons best friend was in Christmas day last. For those that dont know my sons friend wrecked his car about 9 Christmas night and survival looked very slim.

I shared about the traumatic effect that wreck had on me because of the actions of my son compared to the actions of myself when I was 15 and in a similar situation. I ran, My son did not.

Tonight I had plans to attend the bridge meeting by phone and just prior to it starting my son called. His friend has been home a few weeks now and Bennett stays over there to help out the Mom. Bennett wanted me to come over and see everyone and visit I figurd what the heck but really wanted to be at that meeting.

I was very happy at what I found. My son was raised by a full blown addict and I struggle with that fact daily. Of the 5 kids I have it appears only two are so far spared the horrors of addiction. There no way I deserve to have even two normies.

I sat and watched as my son acted and reacted to his friend. A raise of the eyebrows meant something Bennett knew. A lift of the chin something else . The twitching of fingers or a general agitated feeling an aura almost . Bennett was right on top of it.

He stays there 5 days a week until the father gets home. Monday after monday he comes back. Lifting his friend. Bed to wheelchair. wheelchair to couch. couch to bed over and over.

I got a chance to step out and talk to the mother. She said the most amazing thing. That my son was heaven sent. That he was a saint and there was no way she could make it without him.

I have no explination for that. Im proud but Im not bragging. I didnt do that. Theres no way that boy could have been raised by me. But he was .

The only thing on this earth that could be responsible is a power greater than myself.

I missed a meeting tonight. But I was blessed in another way. Thank God I was clean enough to see it.

Anthony G