Redhawk was a native American whose son was hospitalized. While his son was in the hospital, Redhawk refused to leave his room, and he even ate and slept in his son’s room. When the staff urged him to take a break outside of the room, he refused saying, “Evil spirits are after my son and I need to be here to protect him.”
Alice was an elderly lady in the hospital whom I also knew from outside of the hospital. She was very active in her church and spent many years serving. Her husband was very sick and could not visit, and her other family members were delayed in coming.
Jacob attended my Bible class for over three years. During that time, I had the pleasure of getting to know him as a person and watch him grow in his faith as a Christian. Together, we studied the gospel of Matthew and John, the book of Acts, Romans, Galatians and Jonah.
Marie was a self-confessed “tweaker” (a methamphetamine addict) that I met in jail. “I guess I’m a mix between a sinner and a saint,” she explained as she told me about her biker father and devout Catholic mother. In jest she added, “Maybe that explains some of my troubles and confusion.”
Davy is a homeless man with alcoholic problems. He has been arrested many times in several states for burglary, and has been in and out of jail for much of his life. Since the other inmates in my Bible class were delayed, Davy told me the story of his dysfunctional home life, starting in the third grade. “There was never any milk in my home,” Davy told me, “so I’d put beer in my cornflakes and survived as best I could”. He ended up becoming an alcoholic at a very young age, and his addiction wrecked his marriage and life and health.