Speak Out 8/20/12

God bless

you, Bobby

I just want to call in. I was out at Dr. Anderson's office this morning, the pain clinic, in my big van and I'm crippled up in a wheelchair and my lift gate went down to the ground, but it locked up on the front and I couldn't get my wheelchair off of it. It was over a 100 degrees out there and my niece was working as hard as she could to try to get me off of it. A couple of gentlemen come over there and I don't know their names. One big fellow and then a tall, skinny boy by the name of Bobby-the tall was. But, they helped me and they finally had to get me out of my wheelchair and stand up, which I can't stand very long anyway, and they got a wheelchair out of the office but I couldn't fit in it cause I was too big. Then, they took and finally got my wheelchair off manually and set me down in it. I got in there to see the Dr. and I was in there for about 45 minutes. When I come out, the tall, skinny guy by the name Bobby was still there and had just gotten my lift fixed so I could get back on my bus. He helped me back on the bus. I don't know his last name, but this boy was a God-sent. I don't know who you are, Bobby, just Bobby, but God knows who you are and I'll tell you right now. Argued with me up and down. Didn't want to take no money, but I finally convinced him to take a little bit to help him out with his gas, but he is God-sent and I want to praise the Lord for him and have the Lord to bless him because he stayed there for 45 minutes in the hot, sweaty sun helping make sure I could off my bus and get back on it. Boy if we just had a lot more people like him around we'd really be all right. Again, God bless you, Bobby, whoever you are. Only you know and God knows. Thank you very much. This is that old heavy man that you helped out at Dr. Anderson's place this morning. Thank you.