Dwayne is a guy that has been coming to breakfast at the park for over a year now. He's lived back behind the Tri-Rail station in squaller conditions with Mark, Rick, Bernie, Andy, Jerry, Greg and a handfull of others. He's been working on and off at anything that comes along. He's had a problem with gout flair-ups so bad at times that he can't walk without a cane.
Dwayne has a family, but, nobody knows where they are. He has a last name, but, nobody knows what it is. He has been hurt before and does not let anyone in. It took him 6 months just to come to breakfast because he sure doesn't trust anyone who says they are doing something because God told them to do it.
Lately Dwayne has been coming more frequently and even opened up a little, asking how Ruthie is doing in her swim, giving the twins a hard time in good sport. A little while back, he looked me in the eye and shook my hand and said, "thanks Jeff, it's a really good thing you're doing hear, it helps a lot of people."
Friday night around mid-night, Dwayne was hit by a train and died on the scene, 50 years old.
You gotta love 'em while you got 'em.
I would have loved to have more time with Dwayne. Please pray that we can reach them, before God calls them home.
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