The story I told this
weekend about spraining my foot and the Easter samaritan who helped
me, yesterday at the hospital got upgraded to a story about FRACTURING
my foot. So I finally decided to let it be
a police matter and I was at the police station today. He took my statement and
I mentioned the man who helped me and the fact that he probably was the
only guy who MIGHT have seen me being pushed. The only info I had was 'an
old homeless guy with a cane and a mustache, but I have no name for him' and I
immediately got the question: "Did he have a Danish accent?" They knew who he
was... and they had found him dead on the Saturday.
Today we are all saying prayers for Murf and
his family. He was a dear friend of ours who have given us all a
lot.
I'd like you to send a little prayer in
this man's direction too. He
fought like it had been his mission in life to help a good friend of you. I got
very sad when the police told me about this... and it was NOT because
he might have been the only witness.
I'm very glad that I didn't give up when he
wouldn't take money for a few days food. At least now he maybe didn't have to
die hungry.
/Nick
