Davids Story

Too many times we focus on our need to be loved and understood and forget the ability we have to love. Don't be afraid to release the love you are given, they may have no one else to show them.

When he was just a boy, he was sent to a catholic boarding school with his brother, while there they were both abused by the religious leaders there. There was no justice for them and no one did anything about it. Not only were the beaten terribly, his brother was sexually abused by one of the priests there, which scarred them both deeply, all they had were each other.

He had been clean and sober for many years as he realised it was causing a lot of problems between him, his family and wife. Although he loved his wife desperately and longed to be with her, things had not be great and she had to move away, from him and his addictions, which over time hurt her and their relationship. This night though, he was a broken man, he explained how it was the first night in a long time he was neither clean or sober and ready to commit suicide. It took a lot of layers and walls to crumble but he really held onto the hurt of being abused, but even more than that he held so deeply onto the pain which was caused by his brothers suicide only a few years prior because he couldn't live with the pain caused by his own abuse.

He was a man who lost EVERYTHING including his reasons to live.

We shared our stories, our dark places and I knew exactly where he was, as I had been there only months before. Life had become too much, a mix between drowning and falling with no end in sight. Hoping that anything would make it go faster so it would all end. There was only one voice for me at the end of my tunnel, it was real, I asked if he would mind if we talked to God? He didn't care at this point and was appreciative that I really cared to listen and didn't talk at him, that we connected. 

After we talked to God he turned to me and asked "how did I do that?" I was utterly confused and responded "do what?" He said the weight he'd been carrying all these years had been lifted of his shoulders. For the first time that night I remember him stretching his back and sitting up so proudly, up until that point he was slouched, talking to the ground, broken. I saw a sparkle in his eyes, life a new life had been poured into his soul and the old vanished. He became this strong and happy man, who couldn't make sense of what happened, so I told him what I knew to be true, God loves him and he doesn't need to search for God, God is right there and he is ready to take away our troubles when we are ready to let go of them.

I saw man, he sat with his head in his hands, people passing him by just looking. He caught my eye and I knew he needed help. His name is David and this his story.