Blast from the past.

Holy crap.
My mom called me yesterday and said, "you've been getting really weird messages on the answering machine today. This guy is saying that he is trying to get ahold of Megan Armentrout and Maranda Hall and that he's in the army and he's an old friend and just wants someone to talk to because it's rough there." She said that he never left a name, but she had the number on the caller ID. The number was from Idaho.
So, I called him back. No answer.

He called back about 10 minutes later.
"Hello...?"
"Hey Megan! This is Brandon. What's up?"

It took a while to click, but I realized that this was one of my best friends from Shipman growing up. Brandon Cunningham. He was in my class until he moved to Idaho in the end of 7th grade.
After a while he finally told me that he is going through a divorce. A DIVORCE. At the age of 18, and he had a child within this marriage.
So while I've been out having fun in high school and going to college he has been kicked out of his house at age 16 forcing him to live on his own. He's been married, gotten into drugs, came out of the drugs and became clean, had a child, and is now going through a divorce.
Oh, and he's in the military now.
Dang.

We got to talking and he said, "Wow, I'm sorry I didn't mean to ruin your day. How are you?" I told him that I was in college and what I planned to do with my life. He said, "That's really cool. I have an army friend who re-introduced me to God and got me reading the bible again. I've been having questions and doubts though because all of this bad stuff is happening."
For the record, I've cleaned up his language a little bit. The f word was probably every 4 words.
He used that word like some girls use "like".

So when he told me this, I was so excited for him. He had gotten into some really bad stuff the last time I had talked to him. Really. Bad. Stuff.
As soon as I got off the phone with him I remembered the vespers session we had Thursday night. The sermon was "Life's Toughest Questions", well actually this whole month is featuring this topic. For 3 years I have not talked to this kid. Brandon decides to call me after he's been re-introduced to God and is going through some really rough crap and is QUESTIONING. He calls the day after I was at vespers listening to how it is okay to have questions.
God is great.

So now, I've reconnected with him. He's in Virginia right now at a base there. I'm learning more and more about the military life and it's insane. He texted me this morning saying Good morning (after 3 hours of sleep) and I texted him back after 11 hours of sleep. I couldn't do that, haha.
So just pray for Brandon please.