Little Bud

I'm sitting here feeling like a fool crying over our little next door neighbor, Duane (who is 80 but is much younger in heart!) We were all in the kitchen and heard the door bell ring and answered and Duane was just sitting out on the porch and said "please take me to the hospital." He looked horrible and could barely stand and was throwing up. I don't know Duane very well (I only recently learned most people call him Bud- just like my Grandpa was called when he was younger.) He's a quiet man who lives alone but I do know that he has a good heart. I do know that on every Holiday I bring him a little something and he always comes back over so full of thanks.

I hope he's is okay, I just have a soft spot for old Grandpa guys, especially when you hear stories like this.

Please think of and pray for him.

Love,