God’s gift to mankind

On this day, at this moment, 39 years ago, a child was born in Pensacola, Florida to a young military family — a U.S. Navy pilot and his bride. They dragged led him around this great country throughout his childhood years, affording him the opportunity to experience the rich culture and traditions of its many states, from Florida to Texas to Florida to Virginia to South Carolina to Kansas to the middle of nowhere in western Kansas to Illinois to Indiana to Oklahoma. From living the nomadic life of a military brat to the nomadic life of a rural-church pastor to the nomadic life of a military brat (again), from the times of plenty to the times of famine, it was an adventure never to be forgotten (and hopefully never repeated).

It was the humble beginning for a man who would leave an indelible mark on those who came to know him, admire him and love him dearly. A man who is larger than life (and larger than most). A man who is wise and aged beyond his years, yet maintains a child-like (or childish) quality. A man whose humility would prevent him from telling you just how exceptional, unequaled and legendary he truly is. A man who has been called (even if only by himself) “God’s gift to mankind.” That man is yours truly, your most humble scribe.

Happy birthday to me!

In all seriousness, I want to sincerely thank my wonderful parents for bringing me into this world and for raising me to be a positively contributing member of our society, reared on “Real America” values, through some really good times and some very challenging times. I wouldn’t trade any of my life experiences for the world.

And thanks to my wonderful wife, my two beautiful girls, my three canine kids, my brother and sister, and my cherished friends for making this a very special day.

And thanks to my Creator, my God and my Savior for this life and for granting me another year of life and bountiful blessings.