My father was a real cowboy, not a dude. He rode in the last remnants of the Old West. He told me a story of riding across an Arizona desert in the 1920s and running out of water. The situation would have had a dangerous conclusion had he not done one thing – he...
It’s been four months since my knee injury and surgery. I am healing well gaining new strength and mobility with each passing day. Last night was the first time in four months when I could kneel at our bedside before retiring to pray for my family. Nightly prayer had...
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