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THE
PEOPLE OF BURY ARE DYING AND
NOBODY CARES !
In
the November of 2005 I was walking
home, it was late and I had
been at a friends. As I past
one house I noticed a small
bottle on the floor being an
avid footballer and an aged
striker I lined up to shoot
and fire the bottle along the
pavement taking only a moment
to celebrate my wonder goal.
As
I did I heard a murmur from
the doorstep of the same house
I couldn’t see anything as it
was set back and surrounded
by a hedge, as I stepped in
I could see the body of a man
slumped on the step he had in
one hand a can of alcohol and
in the other a bottle of pills,
it seems my football had been
one of his discarded bottles.
As I approached him he told
me too ‘go away’, that he was
killing himself and I could
do nothing about it! As he said
this he took some more pills
and another swig of alcohol.
I
asked his name and he wouldn’t
tell me. Within seconds he collapsed
on the floor and starting to
scream, ‘I’m dying, I’m dying…
please help me.’ His name is
Dennis. As I looked around I
could see the extent of his
problem there was numerous cans
and several empty pill bottles.
I banged on the door of the
house but no one came. I had
no phone on me and I knew that
on this street there was no
phone box for a least a mile.
I
knew I couldn’t leave him so
I ran across the street and
knocked on a few more doors,
no one came! Then I came to
another house there was a man
watching TV I knocked on his
window and asked for help as
he got up he shooed me away
then closed his curtains. ‘God…’,
I thought ‘…will anybody help
me.’ As I turned round to head
back to Dennis a police car
passed I ran down the road frantically
waving, but they drove on.
I
went back to Dennis he was semi
conscious I decided to run to
the pay phone I told him this
and assured him that help was
on its way. As I came back to
the pavement the police car
I had chased had come back.
The police stepped out, I think
he thought I was drunk he stood
in front of me whilst his partner
checked and confirmed that there
was someone dying. I breathed
a sigh of relief as the officers
took over and the ambulance
arrived. The policeman thanked
me but as he said ‘wrong time,
wrong place ’I thought no ‘right
time… right place.’
I
am a Bury boy; Kathryn and I
grew up in Bury and have always
lived here. God spoke to us
in the year 2000 planting a
seed in our heart to build something
for Him in Bury. We always knew
the town, the place but never
the time. But now we did as
I walked home I knew it was
time and God spoke to me ‘THE
PEOPLE OF BURY ARE DYING AND
NOBODY CARES’, He whispered
this to me. And Freedom was
born!
Freedom
is a community, a church. People
from all walks of life that
have discovered Jesus and the
truth of His message, at Freedom
you will find people with a
story. They can tell you what
being a Christian and knowing
Jesus has done for them.
IT’S
FREEDOM because we want to help
people ‘live free’; Jesus said
‘He who the son sets free is
free indeed.’ Freedom’s heart
is to see and help people live
life to the full. We are here
to care for our town, to make
a difference through what we
do and say we are a community
of people that have had our
lives changed and want to pass
that on.
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