I want to thank all who visited my Dad's book site blog, his story is one of achievement and determination. If I didn't know better I would think I was adopted, most, if not all, of his "good" qualities, escaped being handed down to me. My Brother had many of his traits, I got my Mom's apparently. When we decided to have him write his story down, I got him a few big notebooks and pens, and he wrote all of his memories down.
I was not aware of his "companion," his Guardian Angel. I was really taken with those. Four times, at least, they interceded in his life, and perhaps saved him. That is awesome when you think about it. I remember stores of their struggle when in Med school in Cincinnati, not impressed with them at the time, but in retrospect, they are admirable, to say the least. I first heard of "neck bones" from those stories. In those days they were a penny or so, sometimes free, now go check your meat counter for a price.
I think one, too, that sI was glad he got on paper, was his experience in Chicago, at the YMCA, where he was having to make a decision. Two paths were open to him, one easy, one hard. He was undecided, dropped to his knees ...... his decision was made, to become a Doctor.
When I looked at the "hits" this morning I was pleasantly surprised, many of you checked out the blog, I hope you read his story. I am reading it again ................. waiting for the snow.
