Happy Anniversary, Sweetheart

Today a special day. Forty-three years ago on June 15, I said "I Do" to my very best friend. The best decision I ever made was to marry the girl who stole my heart when she walked in.to Mr. Brost's History class the beginning of my senior year of high school. I know that high school romances are not supposed to be forever and that when kids get married when they are in their teens the marriages aren't supposed to last, but we have proven those things wrong. It is still awesome to go through each day with my best friend.



This is the girl that took my breath away when she walked into class that morning. I was too shy to talk to girls, so it was almost a year before she had any idea that I was interested. I think that the good Lord knew that I needed all of the help I could get so he made it so that our paths crossed in a number of ways that year. Mr. Brost selected five students to work together each week producing learning packets for History class. Gina and I were both in the group. We both worked at the Harris Pine furniture factory. I worked on the dresser jig, and she made drawers. I would spend my breaks back with the drawer makers, but she still didn't catch on.

It came time for our High School graduation and I still had never gotten up the nerve to ask her out. Finally, I mustered up every ounce of courage I could find and asked her if she would march with me when we graduated. She told me that she would like to but she had already told Russell she would march with him. If I would talk to Russell she would march with me. Once again summoning up every bit of courage I had I talked to Russell. He was very gracious and bowed out. I was on cloud nine.

The rest is history. After a year of a long distance relationship, five hundred miles, we were finally in the same place at the same time. I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this girl. On June 15, 1975, we were married in the Denver First Seventh-day Adventist Church.

My new favorite new song is "If the Rain is Fallin'" by National Park Radio. They played at this year's Lum and Abner Festival in Mena.

If the rain is fallin'
It makes me think of you
And when the birds are callin'
It reminds me too
But any moment now
Lord knows I'll be gone away
Oh please remember how
Our hearts still beat the same

And I was young when I first saw you
We held hands and I was scared
But now the only fear I go through
Is living life without you there

I have a version that I sing while I am at work.

When I'm sanding
It makes me think of you
And when I'm painting
It reminds me too



Happy Anniversary, Sweetheart!
I was young when I first saw you
We held hands and I was scared
But now the only fear I go through
Is living life without you there

Grasshoppers or Butterflies

My An Arkie's Faith column from the June 13, 2018, issue of The Mena Star.

The little engine chugged out of the station with its cargo of sightseers and excited children. Its narrow tracks snaked around the side of the mountain and led to an amazing view of the valley below. As the miniature train followed the curve of the tracks away from the mountains edge and into the woods, the kids nervously hoped they would spot a bear. The movement of the train and the shade of the woods helped cool the passengers on the hot summer day. All too soon the little train completed the loop and pulled back into the station.

For over fifty years this little train has thrilled generations of riders as it made its way around the beautiful views atop Rich Mountain. My first visit to the area in the 1970’s included a drive up to the top of Rich Mountain and a ride on the little train. My daughter first rode the train as a baby, and now her daughters love to take the train ride on top of the mountain.

Earlier this year when the Department of Parks and Tourism announced plans to do away with the train ride and transform the tracks into a walking and cycling path, the local outcry against the plan was unlike anything I have seen in the forty years I have been in the area. The Arkansas State Parks Director said that “the commission felt like the space the track used would be better utilized for the trail and special areas along the trail for activities everyone could enjoy year around.” Local park users vehemently disagreed with a loud and almost unanimous voice. When an online petition was started to keep the train, over 4,000 people took the time to sign it. State leaders reported that their phones were “ringing off the hook,” with people asking that the decision be reconsidered, and the train be allowed to stay.

At a time when our country seems so divided, it was refreshing to see as a community come together as this community did in support of the train. Because of the public outcry, State Parks Director Grady Spann says that “negotiations are in the works to save the miniature train that carried tourists around Queen Wilhelmina State Park each summer for the past 60 years, paving the way toward a reopening this summer.” He added, “It's a neat thing to see a community coming together. It shows a great emotional connection to the park, which I'm really glad to see. It's always good to see people are invested in their state parks. And we paid attention to that."



Over the years I have ridden the train many times, but one of my favorite rides was with my three-year-old granddaughter. It was a beautiful September day, and as we entered the brushy wooded area of the ride the grasshoppers along the path of the train would fly away. As each grasshopper flew away, my granddaughter would point and say butterfly. There were so many grasshoppers, that she was constantly pointing and saying “butterfly, butterfly, butterfly.”

To her, the grasshoppers were beautiful and exciting butterflies. I don’t feel the same way about grasshoppers. When I was growing up in Colorado, we seemed to have a constant battle with the grasshoppers eating our garden. A single grasshopper doesn't do much harm, even though it eats about half its body weight every day. But when you have large numbers of grasshoppers, their combined feeding habits can be very damaging. In the U.S. alone, grasshoppers cause more than 1.5 billion dollars in damage to grazing lands each year.



If you've handled grasshoppers, you've probably had them spit a brown liquid on you. Scientists believe this behavior is a means of self-defense, and the liquid helps them repel predators. But it isn’t very pleasant. Very few people find grasshoppers as attractive as butterflies.

Unlike my granddaughter, who saw the beauty in the grasshoppers, most of us don’t see beauty in those around us. Instead of seeing the good in people, we tend to be critical. When we are critical of others, we become harsh, vindictive, and cruel. A critical spirit leaves us with the idea that we are somehow superior to others. Jesus’ instructions about being critical and judging others are very simple; He says, “don’t.” His words are recorded in Matthew 7:1 (NKJV), “Judge not, that you be not judged.”

Instead of judging, God wants us to “encourage one another and build each other up.” 1 Thessalonians 5:11 (NIV). The word “encouragement” means to support. When we encourage we speak words that support someone and help bring change for the better. By our words, we need to let them know that we support their dreams, pursuits, and goals. We all tend to get discouraged from time to time and need encouragement.

Gentle Reader, the choice is yours; you can either criticize or encourage. I hope that your choice will be to encourage others. If you do, God will encourage you! Most of us see the potential for bad in others. We look first for their flaws. We see their deficiencies and shortcomings. Instead, we need to see them as someone that Jesus loves. Just like my granddaughter looked at grasshoppers and saw beautiful butterflies, I hope that you will see the potential for good in the people around you. “God has chosen you and made you his holy people. He loves you. So always do these things: Show mercy to others; be kind, humble, gentle, and patient.” Colossians 3:12 (ICB). If we follow this instruction, we will encourage others instead of criticizing them. We will see them as butterflies.

Mighty Mountains

My An Arkie's Faith column from the June 6, 2018, issue of The Mena Star.

The sun beat down relentlessly with a sweltering heat. Even though I was sitting under my pop up canopy, beads of sweat ran down my forehead into my eyes and trickled down my back. Despite the shade, the heat still lingered. The sultry air was stifling and oppressive. I was dripping with sweat from my head to my toe.

As storms clouds started rolling in, I hoped for a break in the oppressive heat, but the clouds only increased an already suffocating humidity. The air was heavy with the dampness of a coming storm. Because we were under a severe thunderstorm watch, I secured my merchandise the best I could and lowered my canopy to try and protect it from the rain that was heading our way.

I joined the crowd behind me to watch the Flying Houndz Frizbee Trick Dog Show. Jeff and his dogs did a great job entertaining the audience with jumping tricks, aerial acrobatics, and catching frisbees. The crowd, and especially the kids, were excited and amazed at the performances of the dogs. During the show, the rain started with a slow pitter-patter. Jeff shortened the performance because of the rain.

The rain soon began to fall so heavily that I was soaked before I could get to shelter under the large arts and crafts tent. From the shelter of the tent, I could see heavy rain, sheets of water falling from dark skies. For a short time, hail was mixed in with the rain. Then almost as quickly as it had started, the rain stopped. Within a few minutes, the sun was shining again.

As I was drying off my canopy and getting set up again, I couldn’t help but notice that most of the festival goers were gone. I couldn’t blame them; I hadn’t enjoyed getting soaked. With the rain over and the temperature a few degrees cooler, I thought that the crowds would come back to enjoy the festival, and especially the free concert that opened with Alaina Blake & Dylan Hawf performing. The audience enjoyed Alaina’s warm and beautiful vocals paired with Dylan’s masterful fiddle work, but the crowd was sparse. The rain kept many people away.

At 8 pm the headliner, National Park Radio, took the stage. As I listened to the incredibly talented band play, I was saddened that so many people were missing the opportunity to hear a free concert by a great band. One song that they sang seemed very poignant. I loved the lyrics and asked the band’s singer/songwriter, Stefan Szabo, for permission to use them. He graciously permitted me to quote the song and even sent me the lyrics.

The song is titled, “Mighty Mountains.” It reminded me of times in my life that I have been too easily discouraged. In the song, Stefan writes; “That crooked road seemed all too steep. It stretched beyond what I could see.” But the song is not about giving in to life’s problems. It is about a positive outlook and the determination to not let life pass you by. The song continues, “But at last I saw the future; Every moment that could be. Oh, I found that life was waiting there for me. Only for a moment I'd forgotten why we came. Not unlike my father mighty mountains call my name. Oh the explanations and excuses we could find. But unlike my father those mighty mountains I will climb.”

All of us are faced with mountains. Sometimes there are mountains of discouragement. Sometimes there are mountains of hopes, dreams, and aspirations. All too often we have “explanations and excuses” for why we can’t climb those mountains. But God says that you can. In Psalm 18:33 (NLT) David  says, “He makes me as surefooted as a deer, enabling me to stand on mountain heights.” You can climb that mountain.

Stefan says that some of the writing he is the proudest of is the last verse of the song. “It's strength we find when we are weak. It's faith that moves the tallest peak. And love that lasts for long after we're gone. But few can truly know the cost. And all who wander are not lost. For love will lead the tired and troubled home. 'Cause at last I see the future. Every moment that can be. And I've found that life is waiting here for me.”

The day's events left me thinking about how easily we are distracted. A quick cloudburst can keep us from climbing mighty mountains and receiving the blessings that are there for us. I was truly blessed by the music of National Park Radio, and I wonder how many people missed out on a wonderful evening of music just because it had rained a few hours earlier.

Gentle Reader, Don’t miss out on the blessings that God has for you because you are too timid to attempt to climb mighty mountains. If you never climb the mountain, you will never be able to see the mountaintop view. God says, “do not be afraid. I am with you. Do not be terrified. I am your God. I will make you strong and help you.” Isaiah 41:10 (NIRV) He wants to climb mighty mountains with you.

Locked Out

My An Arkie's Faith column from the May 30, 2018, issue of The Mena Star.

The phone rang, and when I answered it the voice on the other end of the line sounded a bit distressed. “Do you remember me? You put a windshield in my pickup a few months ago,” she explained. “I do remember you,” I said. “Well, I didn’t know who else to call,” she said, “I have locked my keys in my truck. Can you help me?” I told her that It would be a few minutes before I could get away from my shop, but that I would come out as soon as I could and see if I could get into her truck.

When I arrived, I got out the special tools that I have for getting into locked vehicles. I have two car antenna masts that I have adapted to use for breaking into vehicles. One of the antennas is straight with a slight curve to it, and the other one has a sharp right angle bend at the bottom and ends in a sharp point. After prying the top of the door away from the top, I was able to thread the straight antenna through the gap and try to use it to press down on the door lock button. After trying unsuccessfully for quite some time, I decided that I would have to try another method.

It was much more difficult, but I was finally able to pry the door away from the windshield post just enough to get the antenna with the right angle bend through the opening. When I was able to get the sharp point up against the door lock lever, I tried giving it a quick yank, but the point slipped off. After several tries, I finally succeeded in getting the door unlocked. My customer was very happy to be able to get her purse, keys, and phone out of the truck.

As I was driving back to my shop, I thought about how strange it was that for the third time in a month I had been asked to help someone get into their vehicle after they had accidentally locked their keys inside. An acquaintance had locked his keys in his pickup while he was at the veterinary clinic across the street from my shop. In a short while, I was able to get the door open on his pickup, and he was able to get back home.

A couple of weeks later, a longtime friend called and said that she left her little dog in the car for a minute while she was talking to someone and the dog jumped on the door panel and stepped on the door lock button. She couldn’t get in the car to go home, and she was worried about her dog. I grabbed my trusty homemade tools for breaking into vehicles and drove out to where she was locked out of her car. In a few minutes, she was back in her car and reunited with her little dog. The next afternoon, she came by my shop with a beautiful homemade pie. It was delicious.

Have you ever been locked out of your car or house? It’s not a pleasant experience. Although I have been locked out several times over the years, I don’t worry about locking the keys in the car that we have now. It has a safeguard system that won’t allow the doors to lock if it detects that the keys are in the vehicle. 

The Bible talks about locked doors in Revelation chapter 3. Eugene Peterson in his translation, The Message, refers to Jesus as “opening doors no one can lock, locking doors no one can open.” Revelation 3:7 (MSG) The passage goes on to say in verse 8, “I see what you’ve done. Now see what I’ve done. I’ve opened a door before you that no one can slam shut.” No one can lock you out of heaven. No one can keep you from the presence of Jesus.

Since Jesus has opened a door that no one can shut, surely everyone will be saved. It is what Jesus wants. 2 Peter 3:9 (NKJV) tells us that Jesus is “not willing that any should perish but that all should come to repentance.” Jesus doesn't want you to perish, but you have to believe in Him and repent to be saved. Jesus made it as clear as He could when He was talking to Nicodemus. He explained it this way. “For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life. For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world, but that the world through Him might be saved. He who believes in Him is not condemned; but he who does not believe is condemned already, because he has not believed in the name of the only begotten Son of God.” John 3:16-18 (NKJV)

God isn’t willing for anyone to perish but tells us that he who does not believe is condemned already. Even though Jesus has opened a door that no one can shut and has made a way for every one of us to escape condemnation; we still have to believe and enter through the door. Jesus puts it this way in Revelation 3:20 (NLT), “Look! I stand at the door and knock. If you hear my voice and open the door, I will come in, and we will share a meal together as friends.”

Gentle Reader, these words of Jesus are so beautiful. He is expressing His desire to be with us. He is not only knocking, but He is calling to us. The question is, will we open the door and invite Him in? To be locked in is as bad as being locked out. Bob Hartman of the band Petra wrote these beautiful words; “Jesus is holding out His love to you. But He made it so that you have to choose. How can you walk away empty again? When you know that you've got nothing to lose. Ask Him in – He loves you – Ask Him in.”

Memorial Day

Memorial Day is a day for remembering the men and women who died while serving in the United States Armed Forces. I have been fortunate enough to not have any close family members who died in the service of their country. But as I think about how wartime affected some family members who served and how sad their lives ended, I have come to realize what they sacrificed to serve their country.

A local hero that we remember on Memorial Day is Herbert A. Littleton.


Littleton was a United States Marine who posthumously received the Medal of Honor for falling on a grenade during the Korean War.

He was born on July 1, 1930, in Mena, Arkansas. He enlisted in the Marine Corps Reserve on July 29, 1948, for a one-year term. After the outbreak of the Korean War, Littleton reenlisted in the Marine Corps. He went to Korea with the 3rd Replacement Draft, fighting in South and Central Korean operations from December 17, 19,50 until his death.

Littleton earned the nation's highest award for valor on April 22, 1951, at Chungehon. At the time he was serving as a Radio Operator with the First Marine Division. Littleton was standing watch when a large well-concealed enemy force launched a night attack from nearby positions against his company. PFC Littleton quickly alerted the forward observation team and immediately moved into position to assist in calling down artillery fire on the enemy force. When an enemy hand grenade was thrown into his vantage point shortly after the arrival of the remainder of the team, he threw himself on the grenade, absorbing its full impact with his own body. By his prompt action, he saved the other members of his team from serious injury or death and enabled them to repulse the enemy attack. For his valor in the face of certain death, Herbert A. Littleton was awarded the Medal of Honor.


At the Polk County Courthouse here in Mena, Arkansas there is a Polk County War Memorial that honors the fallen. The names of the Polk County citizens who have made the ultimate sacrifice for their country are engraved on it.

Here are the names as they are engraved on the Memorial.

On this Memorial Day, I will remember the men and women, such as Herbert A. Littleton and all the rest of those whose names are engraved on the Polk County War Memorial, who died while serving their country. Thank You to our men and women who served, are serving, and especially those who sacrificed their lives.

The Little Gray Kitten

My An Arkie's Faith column from the May 23, 2018, issue of The Mena Star.

The little gray kitten was nowhere to be found. Two grown men were crawling on the dirty shop floor, looking under the dozen or so old cars stored there. Car parts, toys, and tires were stacked all around the cars. There were many many places for a tiny kitten to hide. How would they ever find the little gray kitten?

A half-hour earlier, a customer had come into my shop for a windshield repair. As I worked on the windshield, the customer opened the liftgate of the SUV so it would not get too hot. In the back was a tiny kitten in a cardboard carrier. When the job was finished, the customer was ready to close the liftgate. He noticed a hole in the carrier and saw that the kitten was missing. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the little gray kitten streaking into the building full of old cars. He hurried into the building as he asked me to help him find the kitten.

I’m sure that it was quite a sight to see two men crawling on the floor and looking under cars. “Here kitty, kitty, kitty. Here kitty, kitty, kitty.” We looked under car after car with no luck. Where could that little kitten be? There were so many places to look. “Here kitty, kitty, kitty. Here kitty, kitty, kitty.” Finally, we heard a feeble little “meow.” We couldn’t see anything, but at least we knew the general direction to look in. After several more minutes, I spotted a flash of gray behind a large piece of cardboard.

We now knew exactly where the little gray kitten was. We quietly and carefully positioned ourselves so that the kitten couldn’t escape. As we closed in, the little kitten tried to shoot past me. I was able to reach out and catch the tiny gray body as it tried to get past me. At first, the kitten struggled; but as I held the tiny body close to my chest, it calmed down and seemed to want to melt into me. The customer was very relieved to get the little gray kitten back into the carrier. Now he could get the kitten safely home.

As I was trying to retrieve the little gray kitten, I thought, “doesn’t the kitten know it is not in it’s best interest to hide from us?” If the owner isn’t there to take care of the kitten, how will it eat? Who will protect it? It reminded me of a story found in the Bible.

From the beginning, God walked in the garden with Adam and Eve. But one day everything changed. They had disobeyed God, and they knew it. Adam and Eve hid from God because they were afraid. In their shame, they could not face God as he came to walk with them. “When the cool evening breezes were blowing, the man and his wife heard the Lord God walking about in the garden. So they hid from the Lord God among the trees. Then the Lord God called to the man, ‘Where are you?’” Genesis 3:8,9 (NLT)

Why were Adam and Eve trying to hide from God? They were afraid. Just like the little gray kitten was frightened and ran into the building to find a place to hide, Adam and Eve were afraid and wanted to hide. What were Adam and Eve afraid of? Had God ever given them a reason to fear Him? They knew that they had disobeyed and were sure they were in trouble. But the Bible tells us that “there is no fear in love; perfect love drives out all fear. So then, love has not been made perfect in anyone who is afraid, because fear has to do with punishment.” 1 John 4:18 (GNT)

We may be tempted to run and hide from God when we sin against Him, but we must realize that God’s desire is for us to draw close to Him. In Romans 5:9 (TPT), Paul tells us that “Christ proved God’s passionate love for us by dying in our place while we were still lost and ungodly!” That doesn’t sound like someone we need to hide from or be afraid of.

Maybe we hide because we’ve done something wrong and don’t want to get in trouble. Or maybe it’s because we don’t want to feel guilty about something we’ve done. But God says, “I am watching them closely, and I see every sin. They cannot hope to hide from me.” Jeremiah 16:17 (NLT)

We hide because we don’t want to have to come to terms with God’s authority over us and our lives. We want to do what we want to do, and if we encounter God, we might have to let Him be in charge. So, we do our best to hide from Him.

Gentle Reader, if we truly believe that when God allows us to face the consequences, it’s for our good, then we won’t be afraid to face Him when we’ve done something wrong. If we truly believe that with God in control, our lives would be much better, we won’t be afraid of Him. 1 John 1:9 (KJV) tells us that “If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” And Psalms 103:12 (NIRV) assures us that God “has removed our sins from us. He has removed them as far as the east is from the west.” God “is being patient for your sake. He does not want anyone to be destroyed, but wants everyone to repent.” 2 Peter 3:9 (NLT) God wants to save you more than anything else in the world. Don’t be afraid like the little gray kitten, but allow God to rescue you. You will be glad you did.

My Most Unforgettable Character

My An Arkie's Faith column from the May 16, 2018, issue of The Mena Star.

When I was a young boy, I used to eagerly read the “My Most Unforgettable Character” story each month in the Reader’s Digest. I read the Reader’s Digest from cover to cover, but I always looked forward to reading “My Most Unforgettable Character.” In real life, my most unforgettable character is my cousin LeRoy.

When he was thirty-four years old, a car accident left LeRoy paralyzed from the waist down. His chances of survival were not good for the first few days. After a few weeks, doctors inserted stainless steel rods in his back to stabilize his spinal column. The accident left him with constant, excruciating pain for many years, until an experimental laser surgery relieved ninety percent of his pain. He was told that at best he had fifteen years to live, but he proved the doctors wrong, living an amazing life; remaining very active until shortly before passing away at the age of eighty-three.

LeRoy lived life on his terms, far exceeding the expectations for a person with paraplegia. His freedom and independence were very important to him. For many years he refused to be tied down to driving with hand controls. He didn’t even want to drive an automatic. To him, it was like admitting defeat. He would drive a manual transmission by using a cut off shovel handle in each hand, leaning forward into the steering wheel with his chest. Over the years he drove hundreds of thousands of miles across the United States, searching for car parts, pulling cars on tow dollies and trailers, and visiting family and friends along the way.

One of my favorite stories about LeRoy’s driving happened when he was driving a Mazda RX-7 cross-country to deliver it to California. As he was driving across Arizona, the road was straight, and you could see for miles. The was no traffic, and LeRoy liked to drive fast. He had the cruise control set at 110 mph. LeRoy never saw the cop, but the cop saw him and pulled him over for speeding. When LeRoy handed the cop his driver’s license, the cop noticed that the license was for hand controls only. He asked LeRoy about it, and LeRoy showed him the sawed-off shovel handles that he used to press the pedals. The cop just shook his head and told him to slow it down a bit and let him go on his way.

Not all patrolmen were as understanding. For several years whenever LeRoy was driving between Hot Springs and Little Rock, he avoided Highway 70 and drove 20 miles out of his way to avoid that section of highway. He had a couple of encounters with a hard line patrolman who had no mercy for the fact that LeRoy drove without hand controls. The last time he stopped LeRoy, the cop wasn’t going to let LeRoy leave because he didn’t have hand controls. As LeRoy politely conversed about the situation with the cop, the cop said, “I should just take you to jail.” LeRoy answered, “why don’t you just do that. I’ve got nothing I have to do, and I could use a place to stay and three meals a day.” When the cop couldn’t get ahold of anyone to impound LeRoy’s car, he let him go but said, “if I ever catch you again I will send you to jail.” LeRoy must have believed him because for several years he would not drive on that stretch of road.

LeRoy spent many years in Mena and was a big part of our family’s lives. He spent much of his time while he was in Mena at my shop. He loved to be involved with cars. In the days before the internet, LeRoy was the internet for many of us in the car business. He had a little black book of contact information for most of the salvage yards in the Tennessee, Arkansas, Missouri, Oklahoma and Texas area. He would find, order and pick up parts for me, my Dad, my uncle, and many other friends in the Mena area. He knew just about anyone who was in the car business in Mena and offered his services to anyone. Many days I saw him sit in my shop and spend the entire day on the phone with salvage yards hunting parts.

Recently, a mutual friend told me the story of the first time he met LeRoy. My friend had a body shop in Mena and rebuilt a lot of wrecks. He had just purchased a car in Dallas and asked my Dad if he knew anyone who would be willing to haul the car to Mena. My Dad said that he had a cousin who would probably be able to get the car. My friend talked to LeRoy on the phone and made the arrangements for him to pick up the car. When Leroy pulled up in front of my friend’s shop with the car, he got out and was unloading the car off of the trailer. My friend had no idea that LeRoy was in a wheelchair when he had hired him to pick up the car. It was a big surprise to see a man in a wheelchair unloading the trailer. He went outside and asked LeRoy if he needed help getting the car off the trailer. LeRoy answered matter of factly, “no, I’ve got it.”

In all of the time that I spent with LeRoy over the years, I never once heard him complain about his situation. It seems to me that James 1:12 (NIV) was written especially for LeRoy; “Blessed is the one who perseveres under trial because, having stood the test, that person will receive the crown of life that the Lord has promised to those who love him.” Hebrews 12:1 (KJV) asks us to “run with patience the race that is set before us.” LeRoy's life is an example of doing just that.

Gentle Reader, whenever things are a bit tough and aren’t going the way I would like them to, I always think about LeRoy and how he handled the challenges that life gave him. His optimism and cheerfulness in the face of very difficult situations impressed me. Like Job, he seemed to say, “I decided to forget my complaints, to put away my sad face and be cheerful.” Job 9:27 (NLT) His determination to do things for himself and not be a burden to others was evident to anyone who knew him. I’m sure that I am not the only person who counts LeRoy as their most unforgettable character.

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After LeRoy's memorial, an old college friend of his wrote; "LeRoy would stop in to see me as I moved around the country, I visited him in the rehab a few weeks before he died. Upbeat to the end. Every time after a visit I had the same prayer, "Lord, forgive me for complaining about ANYTHING."

You can read more about LeRoy's life here.