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The
gift
that
few
people
ever
discover
is a
trusting
FAITH
in
the
goodness
of
God.
Sometimes,
it
is
very
hard
to
believe
God
is
kind,
loving
and
compassionate.
Does
He
really
have
a
good
reason
for
everything
that
happens
in
our
lives
and
those
around
us?
Perhaps
that
is
why
catastrophic
events
occur
in
everyone's
lives.
God
is
trying
to
get
our
attention.
He
wants
us
to
realize
we
are
not
in
control
of
events.
He
is!
After
reading
my
last
update
on
June
23
are
you
wondering
how
the
move
went?
Do
you
hate
moving
as
much
as I
do?
Probably
it
is
something
you
dread
with
a
passion.
The
two
biggest
curses
I
know
are
owning
a
truck
and
having
muscles.
Everyone
wants
your
help
when
they
have
to
move.
What
a
pain!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thankfully,
I
don't
own
a
truck...only
muscles.
Miracles
do
happen
in
the
most
unsuspecting
moments.
Right
after
I
discovered
the
air
conditioning
was
broken,
I
went
outside
onto
the
balcony
to
try
to
cool
down.
Where
in
the
world
was
I
going
to
find
someone
to
help
me
move
an
entire
household
the
next
day?
To
my
amazement,
an
angel
arrived
in
the
form
or
my
upstairs
neighbor.
A
young
black
man
named
Corey
was
standing
in
front
of
my
door.
He
asked,
"Is
everything
okay?
I
noticed
your
blue
car
has
been
gone
for
a
long
time.
I
got
the
feeling
something
was
wrong."
My
jaw
dropped
down
to
my
knees
when
I
found
out
what
he
did
for
a
living.
After
I
quickly
told
the
story
of
my
mom's
pneumonia
and
congestive
heart
failure
and
my
dad's
recent
stroke,
Corey
informed
me
he
and
his
brother
Lamont
moved
furniture
for
a
living.
"We
are
off
on
Wednesday
and
would
be
happy
to
help
you
move."
Wow!
Does
God
work
fast
or
what?
After
I
recovered
from
my
astonishment
at
this
amazing
little
bit
of
divine
intervention,
it
was
back
to
the
roasting
pit.
My
organizing
skills
soon
collapsed
after
trying
to
bring
order
to
the
chaos
in
my
wife's
dresser
drawers.
"Why
in
the
world
would
she
save
empty
bottles
of
hair
spray,
makeup,
deodorant,
panty
hose
of
all
descriptions,
endless
changes
of
clothes,
etc?
I
just
did
not
get
it.
At
this
point
I
was
ready
to
throw
all
her
possessions
into
trash
bags
and
head
to
the
dumpster.
Would
my
guilty
pleasure
be
worth
her
wrath?
In a
nanosecond
I
realized
the
truth...no
way
was
I
going
to
risk
the
fury
of
the
queen.
"Was
my
male
perspective
on
life
and
material
possessions
so
depraved
I
did
not
know
what
was
important
in
life?"
After
about
4
hours,
nothing
mattered
any
more.
Exhaustion
was
my
companion...my
bosom
buddy.
He
embraced
my
tired
body
and
whispered
to
my
plumb
tuckered
out
brain..."Go
to
sleep
you
idiot."
As I
fell
onto
the
cluttered
bed,
the
female
treasures
poked
me
in
the
side.
I
was
beyond
caring...dead
to
the
world.
A
deep
sleep
obliterated
the
events
of
the
month
and
the
fear
my
dad
would
die
before
I
arrived
home.
The
next
morning
dawned
with
a
new
hope
and
trust
in
God.
I
had
survived
the
night
without
heat
prostration,
although
my
clothes
were
soaked
with
perspiration.
God
was
good,
or
at
least
that
was
my
attitude
for
the
moment.
My
anticipation
of
savoring
the
first
cup
of
killer
coffee
with
a
big
shot
of
espresso,
motivated
me
to
jump
off
the
bed.
A
caffeine
buzz
from
a
delicious
cup
of
Starbuck's
coffee
beckoned.
Luckily,
there
just
happened
to
be a
Starbucks
across
from
Home
Depot...how
convenient.
Armed
with
a
cup
of
powerful
java,
my
trip
to
Home
Depot
ended
in
victory.
15
plastic
storage
tubs
filled
the
back
of
my
1992
Lincoln
Continental.
My
leisurely
drive
back
to
the
apartment
was
a
pleasant
interlude
before
the
hard
work
began.
Important
errands
needed
to
be
accomplished
before
the
intensive
moving
effort
began.
My
drive
to
CompUSA,
to
return
a
defective
Sony
PDA,
took
only
a
few
moments.
A
young
man
recognized
my
problem
immediately.
He
told
me
to
pick
out
a
replacement.
I
had
wisely
invested
in
their
instant
technology
replacement
warranty
two
years
earlier.
Unfortunately,
nothing
was
available
for
$599.99,
the
original
price
of
the
Sony
Clie.
The
employee
offered
to
give
me a
store
credit
so I
could
buy
a
lesser
unit.
This
allowed
me
to
use
the
full
amount
of
my
initial
investment.
This
was
awesome...another
miracle.
Normally,
there
were
tons
of
units
in
stock
that
matched
or
exceeded
the
price.
This
allowed
me
the
opportunity
to
get
some
other
technology
I
needed
desperately
without
any
outlay
of
cash.
Other
errands
filled
the
entire
day
as
everything
flowed
smoothly.
I
dropped
off
two
bottles
of
New
Vision
liquids
at
"Nates,"
a
friend's
business
in
Addison,
Texas,
the
best
Cajun
restaurant
in
town.
One
was
vitamins
with
Mangosteen
and
the
other
a
bottle
of
herbs
that
help
women
be
victorious
over
the
uncomfortable
sensations
caused
by
the
hormonal
imbalances
of
menopause.
Then
I
returned
the
toll
tags.
My
heart
broke
as I
stopped
by
the
healing
center
in
Dallas
where
Janet
and
I
went
after
she
fractured
her
back
when
her
car
was
totaled
and
I
was
smashed
by a
prematurely
closing
elevator
door.
Doctor
Gary
and
Andrew
were
compassionate
and
understanding.
They
were
sorry
to
hear
my
tale
of
woe.
Dr.
Andrew,
who
is a
master
of
SOT,
balanced
my
sacrum
pelvis),
occiput
(skull)
and
thoracics
(upper
back)
to
prepare
me
for
the
heavy
labor
to
come.
I
was
sorry
not
to
be
able
to
say
goodbye
to
one
of
the
best
rolfers
on
the
planet,
Richard
Merbler.
Next
was
a
trip
to
Dr.
Al
Johnson's
Environmental
Clinic
in
Richardson
where
the
amazing
Synchrodyne
had
found
a
home.
Dr.
Johnson
asked
how
my
dad
and
mom
were
doing.
He
has
hyperbaric
chambers
at
his
clinic
for
wound
healing.
I
just
wished
my
dad
were
here
so
he
could
benefit
from
the
powerful
infusion
of
oxygen
into
all
his
cells.
After
a
year's
training,
a
new
Synchrodyne
guru
was
ready
to
help
patients
at
Dr.
Johnsons.
Frank
Yousuf,
the
son
of
the
owner
of
the
Synchrodyne,
tested
me
to
determine
what
homeopathics
would
further
balance
out
my
energy
fields
and
acupuncture
energy.
I
needed
every
edge
possible
to
survive
the
next
couple
of
days.
I
tested
him
and
wished
his
family
a
fond
farewell.
As I
was
driving
to
the
only
Verizon
office
in
Dallas
that
had
a
computer
data
transfer
cable
for
my
cell
phone
to
check
my
email,
my
heart
suddenly
dropped
into
the
pit
of
my
stomach
as
the
engine
died
in
the
middle
of a
busy
intersection.
To
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