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The true story of Henry Yazi and God.

By Brent Scott

July 12, 2011

On my way to Prescott Valley today to do laundry, as I was in Dewey, I saw an old man walking along the road. I could see that he was a bit ragged and it was hot so I decided to ask him if I could give him a lift.

His name was Henry Yazi, a Navajo. It was hard to understand his words as he had a heavy native accent, few teeth, and was working a wad of gum that kept making an appearance between is lower teeth and is lower lip.

He said he had an appointment at the V.A. tomorrow. He started out in Flagstaff this morning. His niece dropped him off there. I was his fifth ride of the day. He was in the Army, in Viet Nam and Germany 1964, 1965, and 1966.

I asked him what his childhood was like. He said it was hard. His father finally was able to arrange for him to go to school but he said his English was poor and it made school very hard.

I decided to take him to where ever he needed to go. I wasn’t in a hurry and it was so easy for me to just sit there and drive. I asked him if he had a place to stay in Prescott and he said he would stay at the Mission. I assumed that that was a shelter provided by the Salvation Army. As we got into Prescott, he directed me away from down town and toward the medical center. He said that there was an Albertson grocery store where he knew someone who he could stay with. I dropped him off at the store. We shock hands. He said God bless you. I said it was a pleasure to meet him.

Driving back, I prayed. I don’t usually pray solicitous prayers. But I thought that this guy could really use some help, and that God ought to know about it. I prayed, “God if ever a person needed some help right now, Henry Yazi could use some. So, please send him some help.” Immediately the words came into my head “I just did.”.

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There are resume traits and achievements, and there are eulogy traits and achievements. Your great grandchildren won't know much about you. For nearly all of us, hundred years after our deaths, we will be gone from memory. This is it. Right now. Try to be kind, now. That is a creed. As Elvis said, "Don't be cruel."

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