Did you know my boy? I'm proud of the the turn his life took in his last year.
He rode his bike around Grand Rapids, Michigan, and saw a drunk face down on the side walk. Watching people walk by him really started bugging him.
He was a nurse tech at Blodgett Hospital. He'd stop and set them up and do a quick health check on the homeless and help if he could.
People in the city watch that every day. They filter it out but then feel good because they support certain policies, as long as somebody else does the caretaking.
Dale went to Ludington High School. Tried joining the Marines on the buddy system with his friends, Matt and Mark, both of Ludington, but blew his knee out playing basketball. Matt and Mark went in on their own.
Then Dale went to Moody Bible Institute West out in Spokane, Washington.
He came home lived and died of sepsis after a six week struggle, Christmas 2017.
He received media attention in People Magazine. We did a massive blood drive because he was using a lot of blood as his legs needed to be amputated. We are still doing blood drives in Ludington. So the kid is still giving.
His two sisters live in Grand Rapids, too. In the months before his death, he just gave his time to helping street people. He said nothing about what he was doing. His sister was driving downtown GR, saw him helping a drunk sit up.
We knew nothing about it, but he kept a journal explaining his journey, why and what it was. He said God was breaking his heart for the needy and those who felt lost. He would stop and talk to them or buy them a cup of coffee, offer them what God was doing in his heart.
In the first 3 or 4 days in the hospital, about 4-500 people lined the halls of the ICU, waiting to go into his room one at a time, wanting to pray for him because he took the time to be a friend to them and show Christ's love when they were hurting.
"Your son was a saint. With tears of sadness, pride, and great rejoice on my cheeks, he was a saint. He gave his life to servitude and through great sacrifice he still gave all," a friend said of Dale.
He initially went into the hospital for pneumonia. He give the drunks and drug addicts a lung/ breathing check, blood pressure and listened to their hearts. "'Ok. Now breath in real deep for me and breath out." He probably got the pneumonia from someone he helped.
"Your son, the man you made, gave everything; the ultimate sacrifice, for his fellow man.
Your son, the man you made, believed in servitude and sacrifice to his fellow man."
"For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life." - Jesus (John 3:16)
From a Mother's View
My name is Barbara and I am Dale Kompik Sr.'s wife, and mother of Dale II.
We are constructing a garden in memory of our darling boy who left us far too soon. The project is being built on our property where Dale grew up. It will be situated on our three wooded acres. We will have a path through the woods, perennial gardens, wildflowers everywhere, along with koi fish ponds. We plan to build a tiny roadside chapel, a storage building, a screened porch with deck, and a gazebo for the community to enjoy.
Our son wanted to join the military, but because of a bad knee, damaged playing basketball. He was not allowed to enlist. He watched his buddies enlist without him. He wanted to join the Marines.
A passion of Dale's was helping the homeless people in his city on his way to work as a nurse technician at Blodgett Hospital He would see a homeless person lying on the ground, help him up, and check to make sure he was breathing. Then he would take his vitals. He would pray for them and be back the next day, giving what he had to help anyone in need.
He declared that God told him to give away his earthly possessions. And he did. He declared that God would make him a "new man". And God did, when he allowed pneumonia to turn septic, when the doctors removed his damaged right lung, and amputated his dying legs at the knees. Dale did, indeed, turn into a new man.
And on December 19, 2017, at 2:00 p.m., God made Dale the ultimate new man as he stood on the edge of heaven, stepped out with new legs, and into the vast sea of angels to take his rightful baritone part in the choir.
Dale and I want to invite all of you personally to The Garden and sit in the Adirondack chairs around the fire pit or the rockers on the porch and share a cup of coffee or tea with us. We would love to have you here.
Hart, Michigan. 49420