He is addicted…to lots of things. I liked him because when I first met him, a dove flew into my windshield and he told me to turn around. I don’t like to be told anything but I did what he said. He got out of the car and gently picked up the dove who had broken it’s neck and put it on the back seat floor. When we got to our destination, he proceeded to bury the bird. His dad was Creek Indian and a Navy pilot who died all to soon. He now has a loving family and is an immensely talented musician and professional. Very smart too (Mensa geek.). I just left him in an ICU ward because he can’t stop drinking himself to death. He doesn’t even like the taste of it. He taught his children to survive because that is one of his priority focuses. He could survive in the worst of circumstances and has. The guy knows how to cook anything. Knows how to fix anything (of so he says). So why would someone who can survive, has many God given talents, is in tune with nature and above all, loves his family intensely, why can’t he survive this? What takes our will to live? I cannot pray hard enough to get him to want to live.