I've been asked by several folks to post the sermon I gave for my friend Dale Beatty at his funeral. It was an honor to speak on his behalf and to speak words of hope from a living Savior. Please understand that words delivered in 15 minutes are inadequate to sum up a life well lived.
through the hallways of Walter Reed almost exactly a year ago o in my Army
uniform on a mission to see my one of my soldiers who was being treated for
terminal cancer. On my way to his room I saw a nurse pushing a wheel chair with
a young man missing two legs and oddly enough on that day wearing a Purple
Heart Homes hat. I looked down at him and said “Hey son what do you know about
Purple Heart Homes?”. And with that crooked grin Dale Beatty looked up at me and
shared with me the 30 second elevator story of Purple Heart Homes. I said I
know who you are Dale and he again smiled and “Hey Brad, how are you, so good
to see you” I spent a
little time with Dale and Belinda that day and hearing their…
On Friday as I normally do 4 to 5 times a week I gathered with 8 or 9 good friends to ride bikes through our county to get some exercise and experience some fellowship. Somewhere along the way I got tangled up with my long time riding buddy Pressly and we went down. I don't remember any of the events that happened leading up to our wreck or the 12 hours after that. My friend Owen says I have now time traveled, perhaps so. What I do know is that I woke up in a level 1 trauma center at Baptist Hospital holding my wife's hand. I had no idea where I was, or how I had gotten there. As the events of the day were told to me a great wave of fear swept over me. It was a completely new experience for me. The detachment with reality was very unnerving. What I did find out is that I had gone over the handlebars on my bike and my face took the brunt of the fall. My friend Pressly had a separated shoulder and was transported to another hospital more locally. I had lost a lot of blood and th…
If you read this blog you might recall from my last post a cycling accident that put my friend Pressly and I in the hospital for some injuries. We are both on the mend now, although my finger will probably never work like it used to and Pressly's shoulder looks like as he calls it "Quasimodo" we are getting better.
Scars are little reminders of life's
journey I suppose and at my age I have a few of them.
My recovery however this week was spurred on by a remarkable and unsuspected show of great love and friendship.
I took my broken bike to First Flight Bikes this week where our buddy Wes Davidson is the local genius. Please check them out for your next bike, upgrade or repair at firstflightbikes.com
The forks were sheared off, my front wheel is toast and some other minor injuries. Not a total loss, but bikes can be a little pricey to repair. Wes diagnosed the damage and informed me of the price which came as no surprise.