Thanks to all of you here. I am so grateful for the support and prayers and good thoughts and energy. Keep them coming. My veteran friend and I were here watching a DVD tonight, and I thought I heard someone knocking on my outer apartment door. I went to my entry door, and no one was there, but I saw someone pass by the outer door, so I opened it and there were 2 local policemen there. They said they were looking for "(my friend's name)" and asked if I knew him and I said yes. They asked if he was here, and I said yes. They were actually very professional and courteous (thank God!) and asked if they could come in and talk with him, so of course I said yes. As I was going up the stairs, I called to my friend, "J, the police are here." Long story short, although no one from the court, nor his attorney, had contacted him about the warrant, they were here to arrest him. It wasn't loud or anything; all of us were quiet and calm and they treated him with courtesy. I think they saw his car parked out on the street and probably had the license plate # along with some kind of outstanding warrant info. (I'm just guessing--I really don't know how all this works.)

They told me not to worry about moving his vehicle, they wouldn't ticket it because they know I have MS, and if I need any help with moving it just to let them know.

He just called and asked me to bring him some of his meds tomorrow. This just sux for him, because he has an appt at the VA on Monday, and he was supposed to see his pdoc and get more meds then. Now, he won't even see the judge until probably Monday afternoon, and he has no idea if they will revoke his bail. He didn't do anything to violate his bail; the DA just filed more charges like the ones he was already charged with before. Unless they want to increase his bail or something? IDK.

He and I have been friends for over 5 years, and he is one of the kindest, most gentle people I know. His PTSD and TBI interfere with his life and his relationships, but he and I get along and call each other "twisted brother" and "twisted sister", because our senses of humor are so similar. This afternoon he went to the local nursing home to visit a lady in her 80's. He is the only visitor she has; none of her relatives have come to see her since they put her in the home. He was sad and upset when he came here after seeing her, because she had a gash on her forehead and he felt the staff should be taking care of her better. He said to me, "Tammy, if I have to go to jail or prison, no one will go to see her. I feel so bad."

I just had to pour out my heart; sorry for such a long post. Love to all my PC friends.

Oh, and my other friend is coming to work for me tomorrow. She is starting to calm down a little since the fire. I went to Walmart today and bought a pattern so I can make her some scrubs. That is what she usually wears when she works, and she doesn't have much money. She is also a big lady, and it's hard for her to find scrubs that fit. She always feels uncomfortable asking for anything, or feeling like she should have people help her. I told her too bad, she knew better than to argue with me because she'd lose anyway, so she was stuck with going with me to the fabric store tomorrow to pick out what she likes. I don't have a lot of money, but it seems that every time I give when I feel prompted in my spirit, it gives me a huge blessing just to know I can help. I've gotten so much help and support from people over the years, and I'm glad I'm able to give to others.