The couple seemed mismatched.
The man was short and wiry while his
Wife was much taller and stocky.
She appeared to be in excellent health, but
Harold's body showed signs of
Disrepair.
I learned he had fallen off of a
Roof years ago and now he copes with
A plastic jaw that has come unhinged.
"I can't eat an apple," he said, "but I don't
Want more surgery. I can eat soft foods."
Adhesive pads with wires attached were stuck to
Both sides of his neck.
I've forgotten their function since he
Had such a litany of ills.
"I should have died at least three times."
"But God kept you alive," I told him.
He's on wife number 5 and this one is a
"Religious" lady.
She listened along as I explained the
Gospel to her husband using a bracelet.
"Is there any reason you wouldn't want to
Pray a salvation prayer right now?" I asked.
"No, but I can't read or write."
"I'll read the words for you and you can
Repeat after me."
He carefully prayed each word as I said it.
The man's wife was thrilled.
"I've asked him over and over to
Pray a prayer like that but he always says,
'I'm good. I'm good.'"
The slight fellow leaned over to give me a
Hug and then the couple walked away knowing
That now things really were"good" between
Harold and God.