Your faith in me when no one had any was my heart beat when it stopped
The gentlemen to the right is my almost 80-year-old father. God, I hope I am blessed with such youthfulness in my 80s (btw no Cosmetic work, he just works out & eats well & loves many people). Back in the day, he played tennis at UNC and at Capital City was a god on the court. Cost him his knees and shoulders but it was worth it. I love you dad. You gave me a love for history, my passion, a need for solitude and meditation, love for spending time in nature, fly fishing, target shooting, love for reading, an appreciation for fashion, and the capacity for being (rather than always having to be doing); I am an aspiring scholar because of you. Your faith in me when no one had any was my heart beat when it stopped , it was the light pulling me out of a coma and it was the constellation of love, compassion, and empathy that only a man who has suffered greatly, a man who in the darkest of his provision refused to give up, & by default garnered bliss that once seemed unobtainable!