Love for one another
03-22-2016
1. Got sick
2. Lost Job
3. Jack gets his car hit by a pastor
4. I almost get set up for jail time.
5. I lose my ID for plane flight
6. Storms delay travel, twice
7. My plane to get onto, was discovered to be hit by lightning, with a small hole in it.
8. While backing out of Home Depot parking lot, Jack wife's car gets hit from behind ($650 damage)
9. Trailer with wife's vehicle on it, gets a flat. 3.5 hour wait.
Where I live at is a halfway house, a transitional home for convicts. All kinds are here, even the innocent that have been convicted. The first degree, cold blooded murder who took a gun, pointed at a man's head, and blew his brains out - is now a "New Man"!
One of the brothers not the aforementioned, we will call him Jack. Jack is telling us his parole officer would not allow him to leave this state to move with his now wife. Jack has not seen her in three years. He was married while in prison. That is another God story for later. He asked his parole officer (PO) if he could go bring her back here, move her here. The answer was yes. Jack buys his plane ticket and calls his PO for a double check. His main PO went away for a vacation, but there was a deputy PO that answered the phone. This PO said no, but he will double check. This guy on parole waits two weeks when the main PO comes back from vacation. The main PO now says "no. You are not allowed to leave the state".
So Jack tells me what is happening. Because of my circumstances of the devil stealing my daughter from me, my fatherhood, I recognized immediately the devil's hand in Jack's life. Jack, a Christian, was receiving direct attacks from the devil to separate his family, his wife, and his new life in Christ, to steal all these things away from Jack. Jack was so beside himself. I'm sure he cried in his room. He had known this woman since his young twenties. He is now 71. She is 69. She is not capable to make the move herself. Since my experience of my own, I have been ready, in a war I decided to fight if it be in hell, against the devil. I volunteered to go get Jack's wife and bring her to him. To participate in her move here. Jack was happy that a man stepped up to help his fellow brother. Jack scheduled for a Budget truck and trailer rental to be picked up March 10th, 2016. Now at the time I was driving a cab, so I could take the time off. I got sick. Very, very sick. The worst in my life. Many people in town got the same sickness. Tightening of the throat, hit by a truck. I was bedridden for two and a half weeks. We all were getting concerned if I was going to get well enough to make the flight. Jack found out the airlines will not return his money. A chaplain stepped up and said he will pay my flight there.
Last week of February, I go into work to drive a cab feeling somewhat better. At least I was going to try. The second day I went in I wasn't allowed to lease a cab, but to go see one of the bosses. The boss said there was a complaint ("grievance") against me. "What can you tell me about this?" he said. This boss - everyone has a problem communicating with. I get shut down in conversation and trying to explain my side. I go in a second day, but with my disability, I was at a loss with street wize. My functions as a driver was never compromised by the grievance I was told, but the boss said, I broke the contact with them in a verbal way and not a functional way. I have never been terminated from any employment ever in my life. Ok another story I would like to speak of, but I will continue of this one. Fine, it's all in God's hand.
A few days later, Jack tells me he is volunteering at a pastor's conference. Jack was in an intersection on church ground to exit the property. A pastor goes through the intersection and scrapes plastic off of Jack's brand new truck. $450, just under the deductible, damage. Jack and his wife I have learned, are very...very sensitive about damage and care of their vehicles. Jack starts wondering what is going on and more strongly continues to acknowledge the devil's attacks.
God moves my sister husband's heart to send me some money.
I sometimes get fruit from church that someone leaves for us to take home. Overstock I learn it is. Two bags of grapefruit I take to an old neighbor. She is also up in years. I visit with her. As she describes her dishonorable son who is not there, but running around. Still on drugs, stealing food from her as she has nothing to eat. She has already evicted the son from the home, but he still comes over and reeks havoc. Accusing her of being mental, missing her phone up so she can't use it. Messing her computer up so she can't have a life. yada yada yada. I tell her she should make a trespassing letter and report him. Somehow this thought was manipulated to more complaints from her. I then get the thought of staying over and confronting this menace and calling the cops when he shows up. She was very favorable of this and showed excitement of coming peace. But, I told her I will have to ask God and her her know later that evening. I walk out praying to God. As I opened my car door, I recognized the Holy Spirit speak in a whisper to my heart. "It is a distraction". Then wisdom comes and gives me knowledge of a possible assault charge and jail time before I take this trip. I go back to her and told her I can't do it. God just told me it is a distraction to my trip. Well, whatever I say she acts to be on my good side and I leave in awe of how I am hidden in Christ and protected. That night she calls me up and says her son came back the afternoon and took very good care of her. Combed her hair, fed her, and that all was very well. OK, we now know of confirmation where this whole scene was going...Ouch.
The day before the morning of the flight, Jack gives me $50 as spending money. That night I discover I do not have my driver's license. It was lost. I had misplaced it somewhere. The morning of the 9th I decided to postpone my flight for 3 hours later. I paid $75 to have the ticket changed. Jack drives me to the DMV to get a duplicate license. This is temporally on paper, but perhaps it will allow me to get the plane tickets and pass through security. While waiting for the flight I make a phone call to where I think I left my credentials. The bus administration said they have them. Since I was out of work I applied for an economic discount bus pass. I get my tickets, but the security was detailed in a military pat down and examination. I had "secondary ID". I get to the gate and learn there is a delay in the flight. I wait an hour. There was a dangerous storm on the Texan coastline of Corpus Christi. Another delay of an hour. I decided I'd be better off going the next day. Jack was again beside himself. We tell all concerned how these attacks keep coming. I my heart, I keep the fight on. On my way home I successfully rescheduled. The next day of the 10th, on the computer, I discover flights that day was canceled to Corpus Christi as well. I reschedule flying out for the 11th. The 10th, Jack drove me to get my license.
The 11th I get all the way to Houston connecting flight 45 minutes later. I'm in line with others to board the plane to Corpus Christi. Rumor travels down the line that this plane was hit by lightening on the way to Houston. That it had a hole in it. An announcer tells us to go back upstairs while they do repairs (repair the hole?). Should only be another 45 minutes. I'm upstairs watching the planes and see technicians get on the rear wing inspecting it. Then the announcer confirms the rumor, that they are trying to get another plane for us. I arrive in Corpus Christi an hour and a half or so later from scheduled time. Jack's wife meets me a short ways from the gate.
Next morning we get the truck and trailer and relatives show up to help pack the truck. But wait! We need rope to tie down some things in the truck for the trip. We take the wife's car to go to Home Depot and buy some necessary things. The wife backs out of parking space and stops to change gears to move forward. As she puts it into drive we get a big thump from the rear. Someone had backed into the car's rear bumper. We get out and look. The guys truck hitch broke through two spots on her plastic bumper. Jack's heart sinks. Delayed again we exchanged info and she called the insurance company right away.
Ok. I have a feeling I am not going to eat the rest of the day and get a sandwich across the street while the wife turns her apartment key in. I get her car up on the trailer, tie up some things and we are off. At night we find a hotel 255 miles away where she pays for my room. We successfully continue our trip. 345 miles later I look to my left mirror and I think I saw some material fly behind me, black. I look again and see more. Oh no, is it what I think? A tire coming apart? It looks like from one of the trailer's tire. I quickly try to decide to I keep going on one tire and not two on that side, or pull over. I can't jeopardize ruining a rim or safety for other cars. I look for a spot to pull off the freeway good enough, but I stopped on the shoulder. Cars and trucks are whizzing by at 80 mph or more past us. Speed limit is 80. We wait 3 and a half hours for roadside assistance from Budget. Jack's wife loses it a couple of times. In El Paso, Jack ask me what my plans are. Am I considering stopping more times? I say whatever he wants (I have weighed the choices). Jack explains he is out of money and to drive straight through to the border of Arizona would be the thing he is looking for. I said ok.
Jack has a guy he brought with him to drive me home that late Sunday night. This guy's figures I was on the road for 15 hours. My driver takes pictures of the joyous reunion of the two. We exchange vehicles and Jack drives his wife and furniture back to town to the apartment he got for the both of them.
That's it!
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