Yesterday I saw Manuel for the first time since he was shot. His face was grotesquely swollen, a huge scar extended from ear to ear where surgeons reconstructed his jaw. His mouth was partially wired shut. A plastic breathing tube stared at me from his neck. His eyes still smile. Somehow he is able to speak, nonetheless.
Manuel told me doctors removed a bullet from his jaw bone, another remains lodged in his collarbone and a third passed through his right forearm, breaking the bone in the process.
His account of the event differed remarkably from that of Jesus.
I still don't know what happened.
What I do know is that a very dear friend came close to losing his life and remains disfigured for no good reason.