tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21768530.post116382070047423680..comments2007-03-01T00:13:55.493-06:00DWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16331884435192550372noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21768530.post-57701107976984348032006-12-26T17:43:00.000-06:002006-12-26T17:43:00.000-06:00The thing I remember best from that time was learning all over again how to pray -- that lots of words aren't required, God just needs to hear our hearts and he can take care of whatever we or our friends need -- "Dear God, Mr. Dennis, Amen." Bless you, Jacob Lawrence! :-)<br /><br />VickiAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21768530.post-79003909835210284312006-11-22T09:24:00.000-06:002006-11-22T09:24:00.000-06:00Sydney still remembers you sometimes as the guy in the wheelchair with the broken leg. She had just turned four years old, so seeing a fella laid up with a huge cast on his left leg was a pretty significant moment for her too. Here's to favorite cars and cautious driving. Cheers.Juanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422100812515884529noreply@blogger.com