When my son was in high school he had a friend who I will call "D". "D" was at our house quite a bit....started off hanging out with my son and morphed into hanging out with friends of my daughter's....my son and daughter are 2 1/2 years apart and a lot of his guy friends got real interested in his sister and her friends.
Anyhow, it didn't seem to effect my son and 'D' 's relationship much...they came to some kind of understanding and everything worked out.
After high school my son enlisted in the Navy and "D" signed up with him. My son went for benefits and I think "D" more or less went because he admired my son and his parents wanted him to "settle down" and have a vocation. After basic training my son and "D" came home...both got jobs and begin to make their way in the world.
It was soon discovered that "D" had a form of cancer (and I'm sorry to say I don't remember what kind of cancer he had) but it eventually went into remission and things seemed to be fine. "D" and his family went snow skiing and "D" got so sick he had to come back home, where they found his cancer had returned with a vengeance. "D" died on March 12, 1997 at the age of 22. My son had a hard time dealing with "D"s illness and put off going to see him until the very end. I was thrilled to find out that "D" had accepted the Lord and was baptized in the bathtub at his parents' home.
His mother told this story at "D"s funeral and I can tell you there wasn't a dry eye in the room. I'm sharing this story because I feel like someone needs to hear it. I wouldn't presume to say I got a "word from God" but I really felt impressed to share "D"s story.
I've witnessed three miracles in my lifetime and this is one of them. It gives me peace to know there is hope for every one of us.