slyc_willie
Captain Crash
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. . . And so do I.
Don't know how many remember a thread I posted back in September, maybe August, about a friend of mine, Mike. Great guy. Moved here from Orlando with his fiance and child. At the time, his father had suffered a heart attack, and Mike wanted to be there, with his son, in case the old man was destined for greener pastures.
Well, today, Mike tried to kill himself.
His father's fine, having recovered from double-bypass surgery. But this isn't about him.
Shortly after Mike returned from Florida, he had a blackout while at work. He fell against a stainless steel table, ended up with a spinal concussion which left him paralyzed. Mike's been spending the last five months or so going through physical therapy. Odds are, he'll be able to walk again by June.
That's the good news.
The bad news is that Mike caught his fiance having sex with another man in a truck in his driveway. He was on his way home form a PT appointment that was cut short. You can just imagine Mike, rolling down the driveway in his wheelchair, seeing a stranger's truck parked there, and his supposed soon-to-be wife bouncing up and down.
Mike went into the garage. He keeps a little lock-box there. Took out a .380, turned around the wheelchair and rolled back toward the truck.
I'm glad he didn't do what he wanted to do right then.
His fiance finally saw him and jumped out of the truck. I guess they argued for a long time. The guy in the truck -- her lover -- got out of there quick. Probably the smartest thing he could have done.
This all happened around one o'clock or so this afternoon. I was still at work then.
A few hours later, I get a call from Mike's mother. I didn't know she was here in town, but apparently, she had flown in a few days ago.
Mike's fiance found him in bed around four o'clock. He had his pistol in hand, and a bottle of sleeping pills half-empty on the bedside table. I guess, when it came down to options for suicide, Mike preferred the less painful road.
He was taken to the hospital by his mother. Mike's fiance was so hysterical all she did was cry. A family friend stopped by to pick up their child.
I got an update just a while ago. Mike's still out. His mother is with him. The baby is in the hands of supportive and loving friends (I know them). I feel good about that, at least. And the fiance?
Nowhere to be found.
Jesus Christ, I'm pissed.
Don't know how many remember a thread I posted back in September, maybe August, about a friend of mine, Mike. Great guy. Moved here from Orlando with his fiance and child. At the time, his father had suffered a heart attack, and Mike wanted to be there, with his son, in case the old man was destined for greener pastures.
Well, today, Mike tried to kill himself.
His father's fine, having recovered from double-bypass surgery. But this isn't about him.
Shortly after Mike returned from Florida, he had a blackout while at work. He fell against a stainless steel table, ended up with a spinal concussion which left him paralyzed. Mike's been spending the last five months or so going through physical therapy. Odds are, he'll be able to walk again by June.
That's the good news.
The bad news is that Mike caught his fiance having sex with another man in a truck in his driveway. He was on his way home form a PT appointment that was cut short. You can just imagine Mike, rolling down the driveway in his wheelchair, seeing a stranger's truck parked there, and his supposed soon-to-be wife bouncing up and down.
Mike went into the garage. He keeps a little lock-box there. Took out a .380, turned around the wheelchair and rolled back toward the truck.
I'm glad he didn't do what he wanted to do right then.
His fiance finally saw him and jumped out of the truck. I guess they argued for a long time. The guy in the truck -- her lover -- got out of there quick. Probably the smartest thing he could have done.
This all happened around one o'clock or so this afternoon. I was still at work then.
A few hours later, I get a call from Mike's mother. I didn't know she was here in town, but apparently, she had flown in a few days ago.
Mike's fiance found him in bed around four o'clock. He had his pistol in hand, and a bottle of sleeping pills half-empty on the bedside table. I guess, when it came down to options for suicide, Mike preferred the less painful road.
He was taken to the hospital by his mother. Mike's fiance was so hysterical all she did was cry. A family friend stopped by to pick up their child.
I got an update just a while ago. Mike's still out. His mother is with him. The baby is in the hands of supportive and loving friends (I know them). I feel good about that, at least. And the fiance?
Nowhere to be found.
Jesus Christ, I'm pissed.
At least he has you as his friend. 
*hugs* for you and mike!
