Bobby

I laid awake last night thinking about Bobby. He was an old man, an alcoholic, that came every day to the bar I attended**

**As a side note, I attended the bar because I had to. My foster family dropped me at the age of 18, when the checks stopped coming in....so I then found a full time job as a mortgage loan processor...went to school full time at night, 4 nights a week, and worked at the bar until 2 am 3 nights a week. I was surviving. I was determined to not let my circumstances crush me**

Bobby was so sweet...yet, he had nobody...no family, no friends, just his alcohol and the bar he faithfully attended every evening from 4pm until 9pm. He staggared out and staggared in -- he was lonely, he was searching, and he wasn't finding the answer.

I would pray for him at the bar. I wrote poems about him. I talked to him and learned his story -- he was amazing. I wanted so badly to tell him about Jesus...but I didn't. I was young...I was afraid to get fired...for one thing...and I just didn't know how he would respond.

I quit working there after two months, because it was hurting too bad to see those people wasting their lives. I found out that Bobby died only days after I quit.

What if I had told him about my Jesus..and it changed his life...a soul saved. I don't want any more "what-if's" in my life.