I never met Mickey in person, but didnt have to to know he was a great man. We PMed about religion, or better, organized religion. I wasnt fond of it, still aint. He asked me if I believed. I said yes. He told me thats all thats needed. I worried about my salvation...sometimes I still do. Mickey said here, heres my number. Call me, id like to talk with you. I told him we're just strangers and id not feel comfortable. He said my names Mickey, yours? I said Todd. Good now, he said. We're friends. So I called him. We talked for a long while, him letting me know where his faith lies. And that I had no worries. My questions were just God reaching out to me to let me know Hes there for me, and loves me. It was much deeper than that, but that man made me feel like we knew each other forever. He comforted me with some deeply held issues. For that reason alone ill never forget him.
The world needs more people like this. I’ve always believed that it’s a very small percentage of people that hold the decency of this world together.
