Slice of life

On the way home Sunday morning, D. got a call from a guy he sponsors that Patchouli boy was not doing well. He was depressed and threatening suicide. In our circle, suicide threats are taken very seriously. Last year D. was one of the last people to speak to one guy who took his own life, his wife blamed D. which is ridiculous, but some of the "what could I have done differently" feelings still linger.
So, we are 200 miles from home and get the call. D. did what he could, he called Patchouli boy (PB), made him promise to go to a friends, made him promise to call him when he got there, etc.
Then we waited and prayed, and waited and waited. We called, we left messages. We got scared. We drove straight to PB's apartment, we'd never been there and our friends weren't sure which one was his but we saw his truck and figured it out. We stood outside the door, totally uncertain and scared about what would be on the other side of the door. We knocked, a man answered and asked "who is it". D. told him and asked if PB was there...my heart was beating so fast....then PB came to the door. His eyes were swollen almost shut, he'd cried himself to sleep. I've never felt such overwhelming relief. PB hugged D. for a long time, then hugged me.
Thank you God