Tuning in
Steve Packard
that volumes were written. I don't have anything to add to the
conversations over the weekend, which will disappoint no one. Enough's
been said on some odd topics.
However, I WILL say that I sincerely hope that each of you have a
friendship with someone as meaningful as the one Gary and I share. As
Jerry mentioned, and Gary confirmed, he and I are oddly in tune. We
are different in countless ways, but we seem to share very similar
thought processes, and an appreciation of the same kinds of things. We
have an annual contest to see who can score better in daily calendars
like Jeopardy, Who Wants to be a Millionaire, etc. It's not so odd
that we frequently arrive at the same correct answer, but it is really
weird how often we arrive at identical bizarre, off the wall answers,
and that we've used the same muddled logic to come up with them.
He's been there to help me through my darkest times (of which I've been
blessed with very few), and he's shared in the joys of my best times.
And, through the miracles of the Internet and email and telephones,
he's been there for the merely mundane.
I'm sorry if I'm being too maudlin. I tend to speak my mind too openly
too often. But, since the topic was raised, I wanted to say that I
hope you each have a great friend to share life with, even if you're a
continent or more away from each other. And as Pastor Pat says, if you
don't have that kind of friend, the best way to have one is to BE one.
Steve
Carol McHenry Jones
years now. I wrote in my 8th grade year book that it was my best year
ever because Julie became my best friend that year.
We've stayed in touch with many miles between us, through good times,
and bad times. We even helped each other learn to bake a good cake. I
am proud to call her my friend.
I love you, Julio!
Jay
Jay
Doug Wallace =)
Julie (Cramer) Pulley
country. Even today it brings a tear to my eye when I pick my own
green beans. I always thought your mom would get mad at me for picking
them wrong.
I am grateful that you became my friend despite my wearing purple
pantyhose in 7th grade. I had no idea at the time that was a bad
thing.
And we've had years go by without a letter (WAY before PCs) and yet it
was easy to pick up right where we left off. Plus remember how we
were so concerned that when we got old and gray (the Home) that we had
to be sure to call each other after 5:00 when the rates were cheaper.
Ohhhh the memories.
I love you too Carol Marie (sorry but I never did get into calling you
Mac). I wouldn't change much of my young life. Like Captain Kirk says
in Star Trek 6 (I think it's 6...it's the one with Spock's brother), "I
need my pain." Our youth makes us what we are and hopefully we learn
from it and grow up to be mighty fine adults.
All right, time to step down from my pulpit and let Brother Bob take a
turn (not that he will of course).
Can I get an Amen?!?!?