Saint David

I have an amazing nephew who is a living Saint. He has been challenged since birth with a severe autistic condition. He has conquered life with perseverance, that is unmatched by anyone I know.

 David has been employed as a dishwasher for the same restaurant for 21 years,     and has a night maintenance job at a hospital.  He works at least 11 hours a day. 

Life is not easy for him, but he rarely complains and is loyal, responsible and kind.

     Once, his dad asked him why his new friend was slow.

                    (She's mentally challenged.)

     David was in deep thought for few minutes.

     Finally, he said, “Well, Dad. She does have short legs.”

My brother told me that he was glad he was wearing sunglasses, as tears rushed  into his eyes.

Recently, David told someone that the Mexican restaurant where he worked had been sold. 

         “What’s the name of the new owner?”

         “Jose Gomez,” he said.

         “Oh, so he’s Mexican.”

         “No, he moved here from Wyoming.”

David has no sense of prejudice. He is accepting of everyone for what and how they present themselves. 

Why can’t we all be more like David?

Thank you David for teaching us many life lessons, including to work hard, be generous, forgive those who make fun of you, love always, and to never hold a grudge. God Bless you. 

 David, is in his Colorado Rockies shirt, with most of his cousins who treasure him.

Hoping everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving. I did. 

                      Blessings to all.

Fall in North Carolina

Oriental's Tiki Bar, at the Marina, is the meeting place for locals. Boats seek shelter in the harbor there. We love this place.      The first night we went to enjoy this spot, a 60' yacht pulled in for fuel and to dock for the night along with many smaller vessels. This yacht burns 60 gals. of fuel per hour. It costs over $5000 to fill the tank!

     After a great meal at the Toucan Grill, we went to our rental home and settled in for our month long stay.  
     The next day in late afternoon, I took Mojo for a walk around the neighborhood. Large rivers surround us and at every turn another beautiful view awaits you. Before dusk, I turned to return home. My polio leg collapsed and I fell. 
    Thirty minutes later, I awoke with Mojo licking my face and nudging me with his nose. He had not left my side. Bless his heart! 
     It was pitch dark and for a few minutes, I didn't know where I was. Seeing a flashlight flicker in the distance, I moved toward it. Jerry had came looking for me. He was shocked to see me covered with blood. 
     The ER at New Bern was wonderful. I stayed in the hospital two days. I have a fractured nose with stitches in two horizontal cuts. And, trying to break my fall I chipped the radial head and tore ligaments. Ouch!  
     Don't let my raccoon eyes frighten you. :-)