My Previous Life How many times had I heard Brett tell me about God's love? How many times did I laugh at him and think that's nothing, no such thing. I was sure he was wrong about it. No one, no God could possibly love me - I never did anything right. Well, you'd never guess it if you asked my Dad. He loved me no matter what I did, or said or thought. But it still wasn't right.More Like This
"GOD!! WHERE ARE YOU?!!!" I cried out. I must have been a sight. "WHY DON'T YOU ANSWER?!!!"
I held onto Brett's head, and sat there all alone in the street with him. His face was streaked with his own blood. A large gash followed the edge of his jaw line and then curved downward. I couldn't look at him; he was dying in my arms. I cradled him, even rocked at little, and waited for someone to rescue us. It was no use - it was my fault he was dying. I looked down at his bloodstained T-shirt a