One day a visitor was trying to recruit people for their program at a place called, New Medico, near Milwaukee, Wisconsin. I didn’t pay much attention at the time because there were too many other issues stressing me out and to this day I stressed.
Anyway this woman talked to me, one on one, in my room and the more she spoke the more interested I became until she had me asking about cost? I explained to her that I didn’t have any money and asked how I could afford their program…“My wife is divorcing me and I haven’t worked since the crash; I don’t have any money.”
That’s when she explained, “Your insurance will probably pay for everything.” I explained to her that Nancy was covering me on her policy with the state, but that I didn’t know what would happen now. That lady left me with a folder full of information and for some reason I hung on to the paperwork.
The very next morning a nurse entered the room with more bad news; most of the news over the next 25 years would be bad. She explained to me that my wife would no longer be paying the insurance for me to stay at their facility, “So, if you have nowhere to go we’ll have to send you to the state hospital; I’m really sorry but that’s what we have to do.”
“AAgghhh,” I let out a guttural moan.
Timing, since then, has been the worst possible and that afternoon as I rolled down the hall a guy had just come through the door straight ahead and to my left (the annex to the nursing home) and he had others following him. When he spotted me, he and his small entourage halted, “Do you know Jesus,” he asked when I finally got there. There – was my room they were right in front of it.
Well, I was in no mood to talk about my Christianity when, I yelled, “What Jesus – what God? I don’t want to talk about a damn fairytale!”
“I know you’ve been through a lot, but…”
“You don’t know anything! I used to believe, accepted Him as my personal savior and everything and now look me! I’m a freak! Leave me alone!”