I need to sit and rest a minute, so, I think I will write another quick story...
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A few weeks after I walked away from my old life I decided I would try to sneak back into the house and at least get a few of my things, clothes would have been good.
But, while I was there Lewis came in and caught me. I don't know why I bothered, he had already given away or sold everything I owned, including my clothes.
When he walked in I knew it wasn't going to be good. He was shirtless, had this crazy disheveled look and wild eyes. He had been up on speed for a while.
He came in screaming. I tried to leave.
He pulled a gun out of the back of his pants and grabbed me and started dragging me outside all the while telling me that he was going to kill me and stuff me in the trunk of an old abandoned car down in the woods behind our house and no one would ever find me.

Here comes the miracle.

I resisted him, I stopped and wouldn't let him drag me. I stood up straight and tall and looked him in the eye and told him...

"I have an eight foot angel with me and he is not going to let you hurt me."

okay, so I had been a Christian for like 10 minutes, and, I was grasping at straws here..

He actually stopped, looked at me with this weird bewildered look and replied...

"Well, I guess God really would be mad if I hurt you, huh?"

"Yes, he would." I blurted out and then ran like hell for my car.

A couple of months later on a Wednesday night I came in from church (I was staying with my sister). The phone rang and when I picked it up there was this maniacal laugh on the other end and then I heard his voice...

"I guess the Lord won this one, didn't he?"

"Yes, he did." and I hung up the phone.

That was one of the last times I ever heard from him.
He went to back to prison not long after that and after being in prison for a year, he got out only to die from organ failure from years of drug abuse.