My brother has a job. He called so excited last night. I was on my way back from having dropped his kids off to visit with him for the weekend.
"Are you sitting?"
"I'm still driving. I was caught in traffic, so yes."
"I got a job!"
He was so excited, but in typical Billy fashion, he had him self a little wound up. It is to be expected. Over the last 4 years, he has battled her*oin/coc*aine and ox*ycontin addiction, along side Bipolar depression. He is divorcing his wife, has moved a few times and has just been trying to pull himself around, handle his financial obligations and to be a good dad.
I'm so happy for him. He got the call asking him to show up for work this morning at 7:30 AM. It was God's work in many ways. First, in getting the job, but in letting him know at probably the latest possible time they could. Less time is less time for my brother to freak out.
Please consider praying for him and his nerves. What a great lift for my brother, though.