What made it worse was that his wife walked out. He and Mia were high school sweethearts. But she couldn't bear the severity of his depression. After all, she had her own grief to bear.
Brian wanted to stop his pain. He and Drew grew up together. They were always there for each other. He'd been praying for him faithfully. But there wasn't any change.
He tried reasoning with him. But the tears only flowed more. Drew started to press the trigger. Brian leaped in to try and get it from him.
They struggled when it backfired. Brian was hit in the chest. He was unconscious. Drew screamed in horror.
The best friend whom he adored was badly hurt or worse because of him. He called an ambulance and got him help.
Brian was in a coma. Drew sat with him every day praying he would be ok.
Even Mia returned and sat with him.
But Brian was still unconscious. Then one day a man dressed in white scrubs came in to the room. He looked at Brian and touched his hand.
He then looked at Drew and Mia, smiled and left. As he left the room Brian opened his eyes. Drew jumped up and shouted for the doctor.
Brian was going to recover. He would need therapy. But Drew would be there for him.
One year later, Drew and Mia were together again.
They had another son Brian Andrew. Drew and Brian were grateful to God for His mercy and endless love. They were also grateful for the precious angel that came to remind them of it!
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