The one thing that seemed confirmed to me. No one stands on that middle riser and has that gold medal hung around their neck without a great deal of hurt and hard work. As their national anthems salute their courage and their blessings, few stand without a sense of the miracle of the Olympics and their unworthiness to be so recognized. My dear friends I have run the race and despite the fact I will die sometime in the future, today I stand before you with my cancer having been beaten into submission. My cancer can never be cured but it is presently in total remission. God has allowed me three years that no one would have ever thought to be in my future. - I'm alive and no longer being eaten up and having my bones destroyed. Multiple myeloma Phase II will not kill me today. The pain and side-effects will still be there to keep me focused on the more important things of life. I thank my doctors and nurses, Our God and you for beseeching Him on my behalf. If God has blessed me with a continuation of my life here, please continue your prayers that I might live up to that awesome responsibility of appreciating life. The Olympian is being recognized for their potential. Thanks so much. Write me and keep the prayers coming.
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I thank God for letting me enjoy your company for those ACAP days. Keep up the writing as we all enjoy them and your perspective. Got my new grill hooked up to the home gas today. Will be cooking out with the family. My son Sean is doing well and my grandson Lane is a real joy. I get excited thinking about all the kid games I get to play again. God Bless you and yours. Your friend, Pat
Pat, there are no such things as kid's games. There "are" instruments, tools or opportunities that when used correctly assist us in the joy and love of our children. While at the same time giving us another opportunity of getting it right. That's a mouthful of gobbly gook,isn't it. I can't understand what it would be like if I couldn't shop for them and watch Kris's eyes light up, couldn't just sit back and watch the kids squabble over whose turn or that's mine. They remind me so much of adults. It's scarry. fhk
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