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Ok guys here's the final part: Remember where the last part left off at the wreck......Here we go. I heard some one else saying; Was there a child with you, wake up, was there a child in your truck? I knew they must be talking to my dad, he wasn't dead after all. Come on Dad tell them I was with you, please tell them so they will know to look hard until they find me. I heard that same voice asking again; Was there a child with you? Then I heard him tell the ambulance man, I didn't do nothing, give me another beer. Then he told the others; I can't get anything out of this drunk, all he can say is; give me a beer. Look around while I call for a K-9 unit. I thought to myself, what is a K-9 unit I don't understand why I can't say anything, I have tried several times but nothing happens. The K must stand for kid and what does the 9 stand for. I hope it hurries and gets here, its getting harder for me to breathe. A few minutes later they got the woman out of her car and rushed her off to the hospital in an ambulance with sirens screaming. I hope she is alright and doesn't die. I heard one of the policeman say that he handcuffed the drunk to a fence so he wouldn't vomit in the back of his cruiser. I know what that's like; the smell of beer vomit makes me gag all the way home. I heard someone say the K-9 unit was there, everybody get back. Maybe this K-9 unit is big enough to find me under here. I hope it has something to lift this truck off me without dropping it or I will be crushed and die. Then I heard him, it was a dog barking, I guess he was glad they let him out of their car truck. One man said, "Let the dog smell the toy bag". Don't take my toys and let the dog chew on them. Then the dog started digging next to me and barking. God please don't let this dog eat me, they done give him my toys. They must know that I have to wear patches and I am not good enough to save. Please God some day I will get to wear clothes without patches and I will be allowed to go inside your church like all the other people who go there. I will take Clyde along with me and help him some new clothes to. Please God let them find me. Then you could recognize who we are and call us by name. From then on, every time God and me would meet I could say; "Hello God" and God would say; "Hello John". He might even shake my hand and ask me how I like living in Heaven with him?. Then men started hollowing get the shovels and dig. I could see a little crack of light after the dog digging between the truck and the ground. It must be coming from their flashlights. Then I felt someone grab my hand and I squeezed theirs back. They started hollowing the child is still alive. They finally dig me out and took me over to where my Dad was. He looked at the policeman and said, "He is the one that caused this wreck, he was playing around and hit the steering wheel and caused my truck to hit that car. John watched as the policeman led his Dad away to jail. "Why God does my Dad blame everything on me when he drinks to much". Is it because of my patches, is it because he don't love me, is he trying to make God mad at me. He doesn't do that when he's not drunk. As soon as he takes that first drink he starts acting like the kids at school saying hurtful things I know he don't mean or is it that he really hates me more than they do. I wish I had a father like a lot of other kids that would love me all the time even when I mess up a little bit without meaning to. God can you make my father do that and quit drinking. I know that what does it to him. I want to love my Dad but he is really making it hard sometimes. Please God keep him out of bars. If I ever get good enough clothes so I can go into the Big Stone Church maybe my Dad will go with me and meet you there. If you will do this for me I will never ask for another toy, ever again. Now let me say why this story is so important: It is a real life story, one that a lot of families and kids can identify with. So many families are destroyed because on is an Alcoholic and will stop at nothing to place the blame for their drinking on someone else. I have seen this first hand with people I have known in the past. Its a disease but the sad fact is it cannot be helped until the one with it decides they want help....As this story states to keep a child at a bar while you consume Alcohol is unacceptable. Some of you out there may know exactly what I am referring to here. How can a father who is drunk look into the innocent eyes of their child when he has almost killed then and blame it on them......it is beyond my thinking. When God is pushed into the corner, he leaves you unto yourself to feel the consequences of your actions. In this story, yes John's Dad caused the wreck but God was taking care of John the whole time. God knew where John's heart was. Hope you enjoyed this story, if you did give me a shout out........Thanks for reading my stories and being my friends.
