When your lost you can always be found

this small action saved my life

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I was walking around the neigborhood, bored out of my mind. I was trying to find a job so my parents wouldnt have a reason to kick me out again.

I decided to visit Zain and see how he was doing. Though I wouldn't admit it to him, I really missed him. I missed Cole too and the band.

It was a long walk but I made it, I was tired and sweating but he wouldnt mind. The Bible says do not judge your brother.

I took the elevator to the second floor and knocked on B2. Zain opened the door and let me in.

He led me to the kitchen table and instead of pouring me a glass of beer I got steaming hot coffee. I look at him and realize his eyes were puffy.

He's looking at me funny.

"Haven't you heard?" he asks. When I don't answer he says.

"Cole is dead."

My heart stops, he did not just say that. I get up from the table and run from the apartment.

I run and run till I am standing in front of Cole's house. His parents are always off on business trips but I see their car in the driveway.

I knock on the door, a red eyed woman opens the door. When she sees me she scowls.

"You, you and his other stupid friends, I knew you were all a bad influence on him! Dont even bother coming to the funeral!" she finishes, slamming the door into my stunned face.

I walk away stung, I didnt think I was that bad. I wonder what happened. I whipped out my phone and typed in his name. A list of Cole's comes up and I click the right one.

Cole had died of an overdose.

Three days ago.

I couldnt believe I hadnt known. I felt terrible.

What had I been doing three days ago?

Clubbing.

I remember not seeing him, I just thought he was with some girl. I didnt expect him to be...

When I finally looked up I realized I was standing in front of the Church. I remember my mother said it was always open.

I went in.

It was still the same as always. I used to love staring at the ever changing stained glass windows. They were replace every few years.

This year they depicted different stories from the Old Testament.

David slaying Goliath, The angel closing the mouth of the lions mouth when Daniel was in the lions den.

Then my favorite, The fiery furnace. I saw Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego standing in the fire, with the angel.

"Hello Isabella," I turn to see Pastor John standing behind me.

"Hello pastor," I smile as we perform our signature handshake. I still remembered it surprisingly.

"You sure have changed," he comments, "I've heard some horrible things but I always said no, that cant be my Isabella. Its not, right?"

I look away.

He takes a pamphlet out of his briefcase and hands it to me.

"Think about it," he says before hugging me and walking back into his office.

I walk out of the Church hurrying so no one will see me. I scan the pamphlet.

-Leadership camp, trip to Israel-

Oh hell no.

I throw it into the nearest trash can and start walking again.

A few seconds later I run back and get it back.

Little did I know, this small action saved my life...