A friend of mine, Richard, saw me and laughed. “Is this the new you?” I tried to act innocent. “What do you mean?” He laughed again. “Your eyebrows are missing, as is most of your hair. And you’re redder than a lobster.” I sighed as I thought about how I came to be in my current state.
More Personal Voice Features
One particular Christmas, a mother called and talked to my wife, Donna. The lady said she had a little boy named David who had extreme autism. He was almost five years old and had hardly said a word. She told my wife that David desperately wanted Santa to come visit. She also said that that wish was one of the few things he had ever communicated to anyone.
As scoutmaster, I tried to make sure that we went on at least one campout every month, even in the winter. We used these weekends to teach the boys survival skills. But one particular winter month, the boys begged to have their campout be in the cabin Gordy’s grandparents owned.
Kati Siddoway had run many races, won more than her fair share, even had a few records to her name as a track star. But this Woods Cross High School senior eclipsed all of those honors on final race of her high school career. She finished dead last as the Medley Relay anchor.