One day a few years later he lost his job, and he was facing many drug related fellonies. Everything seemed hopeless and I told him he just had to have faith. Everything comes to pass. A few weeks later I was moving to St. Louis when my pastor asked me to have a going away dinner. At that dinner he said he really hated to see me leave, but he knew God had plans for me. Then he told me that my brother had contacted him and told him he was planning on committing suicide. I was so stunned, it had been weeks and this guy didn’t have enough sense to come tell me. I could tell as he told me that he had no idea how to handle, half way passing it off as something that wasnt really a big deal. I sat speechless and just said “Well, thank God nothing happened…”

Suicide is a serious thing.