Mac Town

"Better born?" No, they weren't better born. Just born with more advantage. I came from a Christian family abounding in virtue and values and love, and with those qualities serving as a measure, I wagered, I ran near the front of the pack. What more did I need? "Do you know of some bank where I might try my luck?" my father tepidly asked, no alternative forging through for use in negotiating with a man whose wits he knew he couldn't match. "Planting is soon upon us." "Indeed! Wow! What a situation! Two loves on your hands! There is no greater predicament than to have a blessing and a curse descending on you at the same time." In him God blessed me with a second father. Everything that I am up to now I owe to my great friend. I tried not to dwell upon the sadness of his passing but instead on the brightness with which his light shone on those in his midst, especially on me. "Please Lord, not her too. See that she heals. Empower the doctors to guide her to wellness." "In every aspect she is a person of goodness; she often likes to say that the highest purpose of living this life is to do good, to be good, that goodness is love and love is goodness."