My son went to visit the old friend who just got home from the hospital after having his face horribly beaten by an old enemy.
The story the old friend and his brother tell sounds much different than what we were first told...the first account was delivered by another former friend of my son's at the Kingdom Hall; so if you read my post about my son's childhood friend having been nearly beaten to death and left to die in an alley, sorry - it didn't exactly happen like that.
According to the one who had his jaw broken in several places (that part is very true), they were all hanging out at a party at a friend's house. Out of the blue, the attacker put a metal lighter in his palm and sucker punched the other young man from the side, in the jaw. This knocked him down, in great pain. In a fury, he, with his jaw horribly damaged after this one punch, then lit into the attacker, beating him and leaving HIM on the floor.
At this point, the one holding the party told the guys they could not fight in his house, and our friend noticed something was terribly wrong with his jaw, and told his brother he needed to get him out of there.
So there was no alley, no one was nearly beaten to death, and I do apologize for reporting the story just as I heard it from a young fellow.
But even so, as my son was telling me about it and describing the friend's current swollen condition, I just got so upset-- I got light headed and I thought I was going to be sick, wanted to cry, and then did so when I imagined my own son hurt like that. It was so upsetting and frightening.
My son felt pretty bad too, after reminiscing with the boys and realizing that none of his old friends from that area have had any success in life, have no aspirations, no dreams, they've given up on their music, work in dead-end jobs, with no particular goals, no effort to improve their future prospects.