I had a great trip to Nebraska last week. I had a good time re-connecting with my old friends after 20 years, but the bigger story was my ability to drive all the way home and back and not be horribly tired afterward. I had a good time with 2 of my brothers and my nephew and nieces, too. Overall it was a GREAT weekend. I stumbled a little Saturday getting off the float. (I thought it would stop and I could get to my truck, but they were planning on going back to where the parade started, so I had to jump off the float and walk back to my truck).
Tomorrow I will preach the funeral for a dear friend of mine. He was the definition of a selfless person. I truly appreciated all that he did, but, when I was meeting with the family on Wednesday a memory came to me suddenly and I was suddenly overcome with emotion. Let me back up a little bit: After my stroke in December, 2008 my license was revoked for obvious reasons and it took me some time and practice before I was able to drive again. I finally got my license back in February, 2009. But, shortly after I got my license back the reality of the severity of my stroke became evident: my stroke had seriously impacted the PONS area of my brain stem, and therefore, a lot of my nerves were negatively impacted. One of the nerves that was damaged was the nerve that controls my eye movements; my left eye would would twitch, at times almost uncontrollably, and that made it really difficult to drive, particularly at night. That brings me to the memory that left me so emotional. Fast forwar
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