I Am Grateful
The words below were sent to me by my son Gary.
Many of you here at Starlite have read his words in the past
and have kept him in your prayers. He is suffering from Hepatitis C,
has many of the symptoms of the advanced disease and has been quite ill.
These are his words to those of you who are holding him up in thoughts and prayers
sharon
If you’re like me, you pray, and talk to God. You read the Bible,
searching for the passages you can really identify with, ones that
speak to you. Looking to make sense of this so often senseless life.
I apologize for being so out of words for so long. I quit searching
or trying to make sense of or even care about it all. I don’t know
how to explain it. I made a choice to not really choose. So, I paid a price.
My life’s been all about paying prices, it sometimes seems. I never stopped
believing, I just stopped…
I don’t know why anyone ever takes my side, speaks, writes, prays and
and fights for me. But some do. More than I ever could have imagined.
I’ve been in prison for eleven and a half years and though I have my good
points, I’m not the boy next door.
I want so little and I want it so much. They’re gonna let me back out into the
free world. My family’s trying to find a place for me to learn how to live in
the world again. It’s unbelievable, the feeling that gives me. I may not be hitting
the streets in the best condition of my life, but that’s just one more price I’m
paying, for my own choices. I still love whatever life there is for me. Whatever
little good I can do, whatever bit of the best part of me I can give away, I love
that chance. That one shot at being more than I was, doing better than I did.
I’m grateful for every prayer, good thought and wish, letter written and card sent.
I don’t deserve it, but I’m humbled and amazed that it happens. We live in enemy
occupied territory, so every friend we encounter, every unforeseen positive encounter
that boosts our spirits is to be cherished. I can’t afford to be anything but grateful for any and every small act of kindness I’m the recipient of, or even witness to.
My thanks and respect go out to all of you who have been there for me and for my mother, and everyone who has cared, despite their own lives and hardships.
God Bless…
Gary Wayne Hultgren
May 1st, 2008
By josharon
© 2008 josharon
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