I had a weird feeling. I couldn’t shake it all week. For some reason my friend, Wes, has been on my mind nonstop. I was anxious to get to internet so I could make sure everything was ok.
I met Wes in high school. I sat behind him in chem and we were in band together. He became one of my best friends in the blink of an eye. He became part of my family, moving in with us when things were tough at his house. A large part of our friendship was based on a mutual interest. Alcohol.
At sixteen years old I could have never guessed the path we would walk down together. More often than not, during the first few years of our friendship, we we not having fun unless we were intoxicated. But I didn’t really notice that at the time. Blackouts were normal, hangovers were cured with more alcohol, and no one blinked an eye at drinking and driving. It took a long time before it dawned on me that something wasn’t right. As we got older Wes’s drinking got more and more dangerous. He would end up in the hospital, or try to take his life. It took longer to realize that just because I didn’t end up in the hospital, my drinking was a problem too. Wes has walked a very hard life, some things done to him, some things he has done.
When I was finally able to get internet after my odd feeling, I had a few messages waiting for me. Wes has been declared missing by the police. I am scared and heartbroken for him. Please pray that he is not suffering, that he is alive, and, most of all, that he knows how much Jesus loves him.
