What to say???

I think you know I'm a Police Occifer. I work in a small city. This was my short week, I only work 2 days, Wed. and Thurs. I had our warrants and went about trying to find those people to yes arrest them. I had 3 in jail already and was working to find an older guy or so I thought. I went to this old house three rooms about 80 or so years old, holes in it, drafty and wet, it smelled. I knocked on the door for about 10 minutes, there is a reason. Once the man inside rolled out of bed he opened the door I understood why it took so long. His hair was matted up, his clothes were dirty and wet. I went in as we have to for safety purposes. A chief of police here in a close by town went to arrest a high school friend for a domestic assault, the guy went into his bedroom to get his shoes and when he came out he shot his friend the chief in the head and left him there. He was later found far away.
Anyhow I went in, the guy said, (I will call him guy) I'm OK you don't have to worry about me. I said yes but I must do my job. That means following people into their rooms men and women and try to respect them but it's a life or death situation. I followed Guy inside. Guy has no furniture, he has a mat on the floor, with a very flat dirty pillow. The bed mat was wet and dirty, it stunk of pea and there was dirt all over the place. The floor is matted with dirt and garbage, the walls are black from soot from a kerosene heater. He cooks off of the top of it. He has an old style oil lamp, you slide the glass up and light a wick for light. There is an old low dresser with old cans of soup on top empty. There were about 25 to 30 empty 1 ltr. bottles of wine lying around. He was asleep when I knocked and when Guy came to the door he was wet. I think water runs across the floor when it rains, not sure.
Guy was courteous, he said Sir, yes and no. He never said one cross word. Guy was drunk, it was 11:00 and he had already drank a bottle. Guy was wobbly, he smelled like stale water and pea, but he was courteous and tryed to be kind to me and I was putting handcuffs on him. Guy asked me if he could lock the door which is floppy, has plexi glass panels attached to it to hold it together. Guy locked his door but i could have pushed it down with a strong hand. Guy easily turned and let me cuff him, I was easy but safe and asked him to follow me to my car. I took guy to our jail, did his paperwork and heard the magistrate say $9000. bond. That was set by the court prior, no choice here. Guy would stay in jail for 12 days, not able to drink. I asked him down stairs what was going to happen to him, he had a very scared look on his face and said nothing. I asked Guy, "are you gonna go into DT's fast?" his eyes welled with tears and said yes as he looked at the floor, more in shame than anything, you could see it. I had to turn him over to the jailers but shook his hand and said good luck. When I grabbed his hand I asked God to bless him, help him. Guy is one of Gods lost children and is being sifted. Remember Christ told Peter,"I have prayed for you this night for satan wants to sift you." Guy is being sifted, think about that, please. Litteraly being torn apart.
I had to go back to the jail today. I arrested a man for punching his girl friend in the eye, it looked like a plum and was closed. I saw Guy, he was back from court and the Judge let him out. Just pay the fines you owe he was told. Good and bad, Guy is free and Guy can drink. I walked up to Guy and asked him if I could help him, if he would let me. I really asked and said please, I stood there and cried. I was in the bottom of the jail, surrounded by men I have arrested, I asked them to give me a minute and I stood there holding this mans hand and I cried and I asked him could I please help you. We spoke a bit and he said yes. The first day I arrested him when I left the jail, I rode around. I just rode and cried, I weep inside and shudder a bit but I have to hold it in.
This is where the rubber hits the road, something must be done. Guy is a child in the eyes of God, he is who Christ came and died for. He is who he said I have come for the sick. Guy is sick, he is being sifted. Guy just looked at the floor and said thanks and he cried too, I saw one tear roll to his nose. He said I just want to get to Freedom House, if I can do that I might make it. When you arrest people you have to get a next of kin in case they don't get out and they and the get sick. I asked guy this, he said this sounds funny but I guess it ain't, I don't have any body.
I have cried for 2 days now inside, I'm gonna fight for Guy, do what I can but somethings got to be done...
What will you do, will you help a lost soul, its easy when we are in our comfy churches with clean people who don't smell and are sober. where did God find you? me I don't want to forget, it makes it all the more special. Pray for Guy, I will not say his name, God knows it, he knows you too...