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"That's a bad break," the doctor said. "You'll
need to rest with your foot elevated for eight
weeks."
Back home, J.B. lay with his foot elevated.
Susan, his girlfriend, was trying to take care of
him and the business he owned plus handling the
calls from bill collectors.
J.B. was going stir-crazy. The drugs made him
jumpy. Maybe a book would help. He stumped
over to the bookcase. His gaze fell on one of
Susan's books: Hotline to Heaven by Charles and
Frances Hunter.
That should work. After all, he'd gotten a
degree and become a minister. He'd served at two
churches but quit both because he couldn't live
on the salary.
Odd. All through the book it talked about
giving your heart to Jesus. It also said that Jesus
would take all your problems.
Boy, did he have problems! An ex-wife and two
by Melanie Hemry
J.B. Whitfield sat in the emergency room
and stared at his swollen ankle. The thing
seemed to grow bigger by the minute. He still
didn't know what had happened. He'd been
dribbling the basketball down the court in a
pickup game. Nobody was even close to him.
Instead of taking a shot, he stumbled and fell.
Had he been a little high?
Between uppers, downers, pot and cocaine,
who knew what was in his system.
Finishing
Well
