William H. Bonney, also known as ‘Billy the Kid’ continued to ride, never leaving New Mexico. He was caught in Fort Sumner by Sheriff Pat Garret and killed. Sources report that he was unarmed, and shot in the dark. He was buried with Charley Bowdre at Old Fort Sumner. Advices report that sometime later, an unidentified person snuck into the graveyard and chiseled an inscription. The epitaph read only one word… ‘Pals’.
1. To friends.
Was a long week, and it would only get longer and more challenging. The plan for Saturday was to fly to L.A. at 6 a.m., pick up a UHaul, load it and drive it north. My friend Chris Weldon offered to make the trip with me. He would fly back Saturday night after we unloaded the truck. I was blown away by the offer. He even refused to let me pay for the flight.
Friday, I left work, commuted to Alameda, where I had been staying that week, packed my car, drove into San Carlos (where I’ll be staying) and unloaded my car. My friend Young came to pick me up. We had dinner and drove to his place, near the airport, and I crashed there for the night. The next morning (what felt more like a nap than a sleep), Young drove me to the airport at 4:45 a.m.
There is a list of names in the Bible of men who were considered King David’s closest friends, those who supported him in everything he did. “David’s mighty men,” I’ve heard them called. These are my names: Brian Parker, Robert Hornak, Damon Chu, Chris Wilson, John Oh, Brian Song, Mike Song and Chris Weldon (not to mention those that wanted to help but weren’t able to).
When I arrived with the truck at 9:30, the guys went to work, emptying my place and filling the UHaul. I knew I wouldn’t have time to chat with them or buy them breakfast. It was a load and go. Chris needed to be at the airport by 7:00. We finished in half an hour. Brian Song put his hands on my shoulders and prayed for me. I had to fight tears behind my sunglasses. I said goodbye to each, and Chris and I drove away.
2. And to God.
I didn’t know what to expect. I expected something bad to happen—the truck not being ready, tire trouble…an accident. Those didn’t happen. When Chris and I arrived in town, his brother-in-law Isaac met us and helped us unload. We returned the UHaul; they left for the airport; Young and I went to dinner. I told Chris, “We actually pulled this off.” It was more of a prayer than a realization. Throughout this process, God has repeatedly shown up. “Just go”. That’s been the message I’ve lived by. Trust and go. It’s what I’m doing, and God has shown up at every corner. Today, Isaac picked me up and we went to a church in the city. It was a wonderful chance for me to finally calm myself and give thanks for all these things.