I always wanted to be born on February 29th. I just think it is the greatest birthday out the there. But my mother missed it by 10 days. I was born on the 19th. And I think that it was…
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Embracing Change Through Faith
As you know from yesterday, I spent the night in Dallas. Although I usually stay in one of my regular hotels, I decided to try out the Ritz - admittedly one of the finest hotels in the Dallas area. I…
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Some of the posts the last several weeks have been pretty serious - in fact, a couple of them have been downright intense, so how about a little lighter story for tonight? You know - Janet and I don't like to…
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Ninety-six years ago today, on Feb. 26, 1916, Herbert Walton Gleason, Jr. was born at 364 Chauncey Street in Brooklyn, New York. Not long after, he was baptized John Herbert Gleason, but for those of you old enough to remember…
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I always wanted to be a surgeon. Really, I did. In fact, I wanted to be a bioengineer - that's a doctor who is involved in the design, building and perhaps even use of state of the art medical devices.…
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