Summary: We sometimes feel like giving up in life. There is help available.
HAVE YOU FELT LIKE GIVING UP LATELY?
INTRO.- ILL.- The backwoods preacher found a small boy all alone, playing in the dirt. “Where’s your
father?” the preacher asked. The boy said, “He was hanged last week.”
“Where’s your mother?” “She run off.”
“Where’s your sister?” “She’s in jail.”
“Is there anybody else in your family?” “Yup, I’ve got a brother.”
“Where is he?” “At Harvard University.”
“Well, at least one member of your family is doing well. What is he studying?” “Nothin’. They’re
Brethren, that boy had to be discouraged with life! I don’t think anybody’s life could be as bad as that
boy’s. BUT WE ALL MUST ADMIT THAT LIFE CAN GET PRETTY DIFFICULT AT TIMES. And certain things happen to us that can cause us to want to give up on life.
ILL.- In November 1988, Marie Balter began work as an administrator of Danvers State Hospital in Boston. It is a mental hospital. AND IT IS THE SAME HOSPITAL WHERE SHE SPENT 17 YEARS.
At age 17, Marie went through some very difficult personal ordeals and became clinically depressed.
She was misdiagnosed, labeled schizophrenic and sent to Danvers Hospital. She stayed there for the next 17 years of her life.
After persistent friends worked to get her out, she was finally released from the hospital in 1964. She
went back to school. she lectured across the nation. She worked with psychiatric patients. She earned a master’s degree from Harvard. Now she is at work as community affairs director at the hospital which was once her prison.
Brethren, I think it would have been very easy for Marie Balter to have given up on life as a result of
her hospitalization. HOW SHE WAS ABLE TO PICK UP HER LIFE AND PUT IT BACK TOGETHER AFTER SPENDING 17 YEARS IN A MENTAL HOSPITAL IS BEYOND ME!
I think most of us probably could never have been able to do that. We would have wanted to give up. Period.
We must admit that sometimes life is tough. And for some people, life just plain sinks.
ILL.- Red and Rhoda Sigler had three children: two girls and a boy: Sheila, Peggy and Butch. Rhoda, the mother, knocked on my door one day and was in tears over some of the things her oldest daughter had been doing.
I had never seen Rhoda before in my life. And why she came to my door is beyond me. I don’t think I ever knew why, but I did my best to help her and her family.
Her oldest daughter, Sheila, had become extremely rebellious and was running around with the wrong crowd. Sheila continued in her rebellion and was a constant source of trouble for her parents all while
she lived at home. She drank, smoked, you name it and I think she did it.
Their daughter Peggy ended up getting pregnant by some carnival worker who came through town. And their son Butch was even worse. He was always in trouble at school, with the neighbors, with the police, etc.
I tried to get him involved in lifting weights, thinking that might help curb some of his misdirected
energy. But it didn’t take Butch very long before he was back into trouble again. It seemed like every
time he turned around he was into something no good. Finally, he got married at about the age of 19 or 20 and I thought he was going to straighten up his life. Soon afterward, we heard he was killed in an automobile accident. IT SEEMED LIKED THAT YOUNG MAN WAS DESTINED FOR NOTHING BUT TROUBLE OR AN EARLY GRAVE.