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Tough
Questions
During a
phone interview with a TV producer with several movies under his belt,
I was rudely interrupted. There I was, asking the typical fluff, "tell
me all about how great you are," questions when the interview
turned serious. As the interview
changed from professional to personal, Garry confessed that he still
carried a lot of guilt about the fact that Ken had been asking for
him before he died. Because no one knew whose couch Garry was living
on, Ken died without the chance to say good-bye to one of his best
friends. I stumbled.
I panicked. I began to sweat. I said, "Garry, can I ask you a
question?" Obviously my brain had been affected because I was
in the process of asking a lot of questions. Why did this one needed
permission? To myself I said, "Here goes." To Garry I said, "Are you a Christian?" Long pause. "Yes," came the tentative answer. "Ken was a Christian," I said. "You will see him again in heaven." There was a sigh on the other end of the phone line as Garry collected himself. I don't know about him, but I was in tears. "You don't know how much this means to me," he said. I will be
forever grateful to God for showing me how much He loves me, Garry,
and all His children. To the world, Garry has it made, but to Garry,
there was some unfinished business that he didn't see ever being resolved. You can comment on Mellisa's article in the message boards.
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