08/28/2025
Warning! Long and deep story.
Today was the first time in many years that I passed through the malfunction junction that is 7th st and Dunlap. My friend Jason was hit and killed on his motorized bicycle there. As all of my work is spirit led I met Jason 20 years ago when I was working for Survivng the System and he was incarcerated in an administrative segregation unit in the Texas DOJ. He seemed so familiar and we had 4000 people we were working with. I had a dream where he was calling me from a hospital room and I could barely hear his voice. In ad seg you are not allowed phone calls. We worked through letters. While living in Florida I accompanied his mother to visit him. He was released a couple of years later and went back in, this time for life and we lost touch. One day I was sitting outside by my pool and I saw him clear as day. 2 days later i saw him again so I searched the dept of justice site to get his info to send a letter. He was nowhere to be found, no record. I found his mother's number and reached out. He was in Lubbock on compassionate release in a hospice dying of stage 4 liver cancer. He was expected to expire any moment. She gave me the number and I called him. The dream I had was now realized. He asked me to come see him and be there for his last days. I went. I spent a week there. The day I got there he hadnt walked for months and needed assistance to stand. At 6'5 he was maybe 140 pounds. When I held his hand though i felt a spark and asked that I be allowed to take him to the motel room in was staying in. I was given medical POA to do so in order to take him and the morphine, etc.with me. We got to the room and I held him and bathed him and fed him. He was in such pain. By the third day he was in and out of the tub himself. The fifth day he was walking and we went out and shot pool. The day I checked out he carried my bags to the car and walked into the hospice facility. Of course they were all in disbelief and shock. This was late October. Mid December I get a call from hospice that he is in complete remission and they cant send him back to prison and his mother wasnt able to take him in as she rented a room and she had sent him on his lifetime journey through the system at 11 anyway. So he was sent on a bus to live with my family. He was so great and helpful, got a job working construction, then moved in with a friend, went camping alot, and lived a life he never was able to experience before. Then one day I got the call he was hit and by the time I got to the hospital he was gone. Spirit gave him that miracle shot to clear everything and go home clean.
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