I met Blake Edwards Webb during my first summer of the year of 2007 working as a Wilderness Counselor at The Salvation Army's Camp Kuratli, in Boring, Oregon USA. I worked here the summers of 2007 and 2008.
I served on missions team (funded by The Salvation Army) with him in Hawaii. I landed in Hawaii on Friday, the 31st of August 2007. I was there for 9 months.
I reunited with Webb, as he moved from California to Portland, Oregon to be the youth pastor at the Salvation Army church (corps) called Moore Street Corps in August of 2011. Before, I was not much of a friend, but we started becoming best friends in 2011. I helped him with youth activities and even acted in the children Christmas play at their church in 2011.
I stayed the night at his house Saturday night during the Basketball Tournament at Moore Street. I was helping Webb with sorting the shirts to pass to the players, and we were playing on a team as well.
Saturday night, we talked about my younger sister, about Megan McQuade, about video games, and I fell asleep on the couch in the basement at his house in Portland, Oregon USA. He fell asleep before I did and I thought I heard him struggle with breathing as he slept but I did nothing.
In the morning, I woke up and had some snacks and waited. I was upset because I think we were going to be late for the last day of the basketball tournament, but not that it matters since we were already defeated yesterday.
The owner of the house came home and did not know who I was. I told him I was friends with Blake. I knocked on the door of Blake's room, in the basement, but was not answered by the voice of Blake. I opened the door and saw a lifeless Webb on the bottom bunk of his bed. I told the owner man who immediately called 911. I was not able to perform CPR or mouth to mouth on a bouncing bunk bed with springs.
I did not pull him off his bed in fear of being accused of murdered.
Sunday, the 2nd of May of the year 2010.
By Joey Arnold, the Original Oatmeal.
About the death of my friend Blake Edwards Webb.
In Portland, Oregon, United States.
They say Webb was having small heart attacks.
I wrote about his death in details, which inspired concern in others.
People thought I needed medical attention and professional help.
Only a few confronted me while others did not even say a word to me.
I was not even asked to speak at his funeral or other events.
Ronnie Gilden hugged me briefly.
Michael Kurtz remarked about how I was still calm. Maybe he thought that I may have been like Dexter, a serial killer who also is calm in the mist of violence as well.
Showing posts with label Revolution Hawaii. Show all posts
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Sunday, May 2, 2010
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Woof Died
My uncle, Jimmy Williams, AKA the Woof, died on or around Wednesday, the 6th of August of the year 2008 in his home in Warrenton or in Portland, Oregon, USA.
After Revolution Hawaii and Camp Kuratli, I was spending a week at WYI (Western Youth Institute) at Camp Arnold near Seattle, Washington USA, which is a 7-days-long young adults retreat for those associated with The Salvation Army in and around the west coast of the United States. Around 300 people attend annually.
My friend, Lincoln Hawk, suggested that I move to Long Beach, California USA. I first met Lincoln the previous year at WYI 2007 at Camp Redwood Glen in Scotts Valley, California USA.
In 2007, I started getting close to Lincoln, or it at least felt that way. His then-wife (in 2007) suggested that I move to Long Beach (LB), California (CA). From August 2007 to June 2008, I was in Hawaii, but I would talk to Lincoln on the phone, and he visited me and the team (Revolution Hawaii) on my birthday in 2008, and Lincoln suggested that I became the Youth Pastor Assistance at his Salvation Army corps (church) in Long Beach (since Lincoln is the Youth Pastor and Worship Leader, and other things as well, there).
Lincoln would talk in general terms with me, like in code, and it sounded like he was saying that he would get me to Long Beach in August of 2008, find me a job, and get me a place to live.
Lincoln got his friend, Jeanette Whitaker, to talk to me on the phone daily. She was in his youth group and she would call me daily. She started liking me until I accidentally called her ugly.
At WYI, in August 2008, Lincoln was basically telling me no, but not in those exact words, except that he was trying to say that I failed the many tests since he had spies in Hawaii that were reporting everything that I was doing to him. It seems that I failed the tests, which disabled me from joining him in Long Beach, California.
I had no backup.
In December 2007, or before June 2008, I was able to talk to my uncle, Jimmy "The Woof" Williams on my mobile cell phone that I inherited from younger sister. Jim was proud of me and he donated about $50 USD or $200, since I was in need of financial support to pay for my nine months charity missions trip in Hawaii.
That was my last conversation with Jim.
It was a worthy conversation that I will not forget.
I had no backup plan. I was simply going to go to Long Beach, California in August of 2008, but I guess that never happened, and Lincoln may have been saying that it is my fault, but his marriage was also falling apart, since he ended up divorcing and/or separating in 2009.
Therefore, I was at a cross-roads or fork in the road.
I felt uncertain about my future during the summer of 2008.
When I heard that Jim died, it went with the flow of how I already felt inside, which was a bunch of this and that, which means that the death did not sting me because I was already emotionally numb at that point of time.
My mother and her then-husband Mr./Mrs. Bill Williams Cunningham (since he did have alternative male and female personalities, but he is male) picked me up in his van on Thursday evening, the 8th of August 2008.
I did not say bye to people, as I left WYI.
Our planned family reunion in Warrenton, Seaside, and Astoria, Oregon, turned into a funeral for Jim. We were able to reunite with my 2 sisters (not my brother or my dad), uncle Brian Morehead and his family, the wife of Jim, Karen, and their 2 sons, Nathan and Alan, and their families, and my mother's parents, and other relatives. We went to the beach, to Karen's house, to Astoria Columns, too I think, to the graveyard, to a church, and other places as well.
Alan drove me in his truck to my dad's trailer, which is where I was born and raised in Forest Grove, Oregon.
until I moved into former apartment of my younger sister in Portland, Oregon, USA, in October of 2008, as I was working as an after-school assistant at the Daniel Grout Elementary School and the Kells Irish Restaurant in PDX.
In October 2008, my grandfather, the father of my mother, Dick Richard Morehead, died, and we had another funeral and reunion in November, this time including my brother Rick Schuylar Arnold, and his wife, Maria, in Portland and Warrenton as well.
After Revolution Hawaii and Camp Kuratli, I was spending a week at WYI (Western Youth Institute) at Camp Arnold near Seattle, Washington USA, which is a 7-days-long young adults retreat for those associated with The Salvation Army in and around the west coast of the United States. Around 300 people attend annually.
My friend, Lincoln Hawk, suggested that I move to Long Beach, California USA. I first met Lincoln the previous year at WYI 2007 at Camp Redwood Glen in Scotts Valley, California USA.
In 2007, I started getting close to Lincoln, or it at least felt that way. His then-wife (in 2007) suggested that I move to Long Beach (LB), California (CA). From August 2007 to June 2008, I was in Hawaii, but I would talk to Lincoln on the phone, and he visited me and the team (Revolution Hawaii) on my birthday in 2008, and Lincoln suggested that I became the Youth Pastor Assistance at his Salvation Army corps (church) in Long Beach (since Lincoln is the Youth Pastor and Worship Leader, and other things as well, there).
Lincoln would talk in general terms with me, like in code, and it sounded like he was saying that he would get me to Long Beach in August of 2008, find me a job, and get me a place to live.
Lincoln got his friend, Jeanette Whitaker, to talk to me on the phone daily. She was in his youth group and she would call me daily. She started liking me until I accidentally called her ugly.
At WYI, in August 2008, Lincoln was basically telling me no, but not in those exact words, except that he was trying to say that I failed the many tests since he had spies in Hawaii that were reporting everything that I was doing to him. It seems that I failed the tests, which disabled me from joining him in Long Beach, California.
I had no backup.
In December 2007, or before June 2008, I was able to talk to my uncle, Jimmy "The Woof" Williams on my mobile cell phone that I inherited from younger sister. Jim was proud of me and he donated about $50 USD or $200, since I was in need of financial support to pay for my nine months charity missions trip in Hawaii.
That was my last conversation with Jim.
It was a worthy conversation that I will not forget.
I had no backup plan. I was simply going to go to Long Beach, California in August of 2008, but I guess that never happened, and Lincoln may have been saying that it is my fault, but his marriage was also falling apart, since he ended up divorcing and/or separating in 2009.
Therefore, I was at a cross-roads or fork in the road.
I felt uncertain about my future during the summer of 2008.
When I heard that Jim died, it went with the flow of how I already felt inside, which was a bunch of this and that, which means that the death did not sting me because I was already emotionally numb at that point of time.
My mother and her then-husband Mr./Mrs. Bill Williams Cunningham (since he did have alternative male and female personalities, but he is male) picked me up in his van on Thursday evening, the 8th of August 2008.
I did not say bye to people, as I left WYI.
Our planned family reunion in Warrenton, Seaside, and Astoria, Oregon, turned into a funeral for Jim. We were able to reunite with my 2 sisters (not my brother or my dad), uncle Brian Morehead and his family, the wife of Jim, Karen, and their 2 sons, Nathan and Alan, and their families, and my mother's parents, and other relatives. We went to the beach, to Karen's house, to Astoria Columns, too I think, to the graveyard, to a church, and other places as well.
Alan drove me in his truck to my dad's trailer, which is where I was born and raised in Forest Grove, Oregon.
until I moved into former apartment of my younger sister in Portland, Oregon, USA, in October of 2008, as I was working as an after-school assistant at the Daniel Grout Elementary School and the Kells Irish Restaurant in PDX.
In October 2008, my grandfather, the father of my mother, Dick Richard Morehead, died, and we had another funeral and reunion in November, this time including my brother Rick Schuylar Arnold, and his wife, Maria, in Portland and Warrenton as well.
Saturday, June 17, 1995
Bill & Janet Bailey
Bill & Janet Bailey.
My younger five year old sister, Crystal Ann Arnold, brought me to our park to meet her new friends, Bill & Janet Bailey, which was expected since she was meeting dozens of people from that moment on. This may have been the year that I met them, or it was 1994. Bill Bailey was my best childhood friend, which makes Tiffany Cumbo my second favorite, and Janet is possibly the 3rd favorite. I did Revolution Hawaii in 2007 - 2008. Janet ended up doing Revolution Hawaii as well some years after that. Janet follows Christ, but Bill and their sister Lisa Evers does not.
I kind of felt like we were enemies at first. They lived in trailer number 39. I lived in 163. I went to their trailer but was scared of their dog who kept on barking. Janet or Bill said that their father has a bow and arrow that he may use on me if I do not leave. I am not sure what was going on. They ended up going to our house that same day and I gave them a tour. I was friends with Bill until like 2004 or so. I last saw Janet in 2012 or so.
1995
10 years old
39, Rose Grove, Forest Grove, Oregon, United States
Joey Arnold, the Original Oatmeal
My younger five year old sister, Crystal Ann Arnold, brought me to our park to meet her new friends, Bill & Janet Bailey, which was expected since she was meeting dozens of people from that moment on. This may have been the year that I met them, or it was 1994. Bill Bailey was my best childhood friend, which makes Tiffany Cumbo my second favorite, and Janet is possibly the 3rd favorite. I did Revolution Hawaii in 2007 - 2008. Janet ended up doing Revolution Hawaii as well some years after that. Janet follows Christ, but Bill and their sister Lisa Evers does not.
I kind of felt like we were enemies at first. They lived in trailer number 39. I lived in 163. I went to their trailer but was scared of their dog who kept on barking. Janet or Bill said that their father has a bow and arrow that he may use on me if I do not leave. I am not sure what was going on. They ended up going to our house that same day and I gave them a tour. I was friends with Bill until like 2004 or so. I last saw Janet in 2012 or so.
1995
10 years old
39, Rose Grove, Forest Grove, Oregon, United States
Joey Arnold, the Original Oatmeal
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