My Dad

At my age I think that I have the right to reminisce. My Dad died many years ago but he was my backbone when I was growing up.

As a high school junior I returned a punt in a playoff game in Lake Charles and I was a hero for a week. The following week I had the same opportunity but I fumbled and we lost. The other players would not talk to me so I waited an hour before showering.

I walked out into the darkness and heard the word ¨Mike¨. It was my Dad. He asked ¨Who scored the TD last week and won the game?¨ I answered ¨Me¨. He then asked ¨Who dropped the ball tonight and lost the game?¨ Nearly in tears I answered ¨Me.¨ He then said, Änd I love both of those boys the same.¨

That is how God´s love is. He does not love only winners. He loves us when we are also very weak and drop the ball. My Dad was my inspiration.

It is sad he never saw Casa because he was so important to what has been done.

Ted and Lori arrived for a week.

My Father