Willy Bowles

Good or bad? We'll see!

11/1/2024

Once upon a time, there was an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years. One day, his horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbors came to visit. “Such bad luck,” they said sympathetically, “you must be so sad.” “We’ll see,” the farmer replied. The next morning, the horse returned, bringing with it two other wild horses. “How wonderful,” the neighbors exclaimed. “Not only did your horse return, but you received two more. What great fortune you have!” “We’ll see,” answered the farmer. The following day, his son tried to ride one of the untamed horses, was thrown, and broke his leg. The neighbors again came to offer their sympathy on his misfortune. “Now your son cannot help you with your farming,” they said. “What terrible luck you have!” “We’ll see,” replied the old farmer. The following week, military officials came to the village to conscript young men into the army. Seeing that the son’s leg was broken, they passed him by. The neighbors congratulated the farmer on how well things had turned out. “Such great news. You must be so happy!” The man smiled to himself and said once again. “We’ll see.”

I love this farmer’s response, but I have a problem, and I am guessing you have the same problem. I have spent most of my life living like one of the neighbors. Anytime something happened, I would jump to a conclusion—this is such a bummer. Why would this happen? What did I do wrong to make this happen?

Very few times in my early life, if ever, did I act like the farmer. I am, at best, just an average man, but I have had the privilege and honor of marrying two of the most intelligent people I have ever met. My first wife, Martha, was working on her math degree because she wanted to work for NASA. She was a brilliant woman who passed away in 2008. My current wife, Elisabeth, is also brilliant and has a degree in economics. Yep, both women I married are essentially math geniuses and waaaaaaay smarter than me.

I, on the other hand, used to balance my checkbook by having multiple accounts. I would write checks, and then if or when I lost track of what checks I wrote, I would simply start using the other account while the checks from the first account cleared. I would go back and forth. I did that for years. This was long before online banking. It was the 80s, and you had to wait for a bank statement in the mail before you could balance your checkbook. It was a system that worked for me, but we all know there is a better way. Remember, I said, “I used to.” I would never do something like that now. Why? I learned a better way. But I only learned that by being around people who knew more than me or knew a better way than I knew, and that is a key to being successful in life. Surround yourself with more intelligent, innovative people who think differently than you do, and then, most importantly, listen to them and do what they say.

Another lesson I have had to learn over the years was how to be like the farmer and not one of the neighbors in the opening story. I loved the farmer’s response, “We’ll see,” he would say. Did you get that? He didn’t spend time questioning or wondering why something has or had happened. He didn’t spend time worrying about the outcome or what this will lead to. He simply decided to just go with it and see what would happen. How many times in my life have I wasted valuable time worrying about things that happened? I told you my first wife died in 2008. She was diagnosed in 1996 with Multiple Sclerosis. At an early doctor appointment, we were told by her neurologist that MS was a death sentence. It may take years, but eventually, it would take her life. I will never forget what happened that day and what she said after we got home. We were both standing in our kitchen and crying because of the news we had received. My wife looked at me and said, “The only tragedy that can come from this is if we do not allow this to conform us to the image of Christ.” Boom, mic drop! She had just said in her own way, “We’ll see.” She understood that something else may be at work, and jumping to conclusions would not help.

What is your “We’ll see.” moment? I will turn 60 next year and have had many of those “We’ll see” moments. Life is full of them. I am literally in the middle of one right now. I have been in bed for 6 weeks with back pain, the likes of which I have never experienced before. I have had many moments during the 6 weeks where I have thought like one of the neighbors and not the farmer. What happens if I don’t get better? What does this mean financially? Can I live with this kind of pain? I have had many questions, and I have had plenty of my own “We’ll see” moments. My back is in pain. Is this a good thing or a bad thing? We’ll see! I have a change I have to make in my life in order to cope with my back pain. Is this a good or bad thing, “We’ll see.” I don’t know what you are going through, but don’t jump to conclusions. Is it good or bad? We’ll see! Life and life circumstances can change in a moment. Don’t give up! Don’t stop short of your “We’ll see” moment. Is my back problem a good thing or a bad thing? Will it be the end of so many things, or will this lead me to something better? A new beginning. We’ll see!

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An answer to a question I never even knew I had.

10/30/2024

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In 1992, I married my first wife. She was an amazing woman with whom I was madly in love. After being married for a few years, I started seeing the number 420 everywhere I went. I would look at a clock, and it would say 4:20. It didn't matter that it was 9:00—the clock said 4:20. I would see 420 everywhere. Bulletin boards and numbers on a whiteboard: I am telling you that I saw 420 all the time. I was convinced that God was speaking to me, so as any good God-fearing person would do, I started looking up verses in the bible that had anything to do with 4:20. Here are some of those verses -

Romans 4:20

"Abraham never wavered in believing God's promise. In fact, his faith grew stronger, and in this he brought glory to God".

1 John 4:20

"If anyone says, 'I love God,' and hates his brother, he is a liar; for he who does not love his brother whom he has seen cannot love God whom he has not seen".

Matthew 4:20

In this verse, Jesus calls Simon Peter and Andrew to follow him as "fishers of men" after they have encountered him while he is preaching in Galilee.

Mark 4:20

"Others, like seed sown on good soil, hear the word, accept it, and produce a crop—some thirty, some sixty, some a hundred times what was sown."

Those are GREAT verses, but none of those were what God was speaking to me about or, as I would find out, was preparing me for. So, for years, I kept seeing 420. This was not a secret; my wife knew I saw 420. Many friends knew I saw 420, but after years, the wonder of seeing those numbers just kinda passed. I kept seeing 420, but I decided when it was meant to be known, I would know. Fast forward to September 25th,2008, my wife has just passed away from multiple sclerosis. She had been sick for years and utterly bed-bound since 2006. Obviously, it was a horrible, traumatic event for our whole family, but now, as a single dad, I had to figure out what life moving forward looked like for my children and me. There were a lot of questions about where we would live and what job I would get that would allow me to be a single dad, not to mention whether I would remarry. We all have questions and can call on our past or others' experiences to help us answer those questions. After my wife died, I had many questions.

My Grandfather's first wife had also passed away, and he remarried. It was a disaster. His children did not get along with her. Her kids did not get along with him, and it was very disruptive to our family. I didn't want to make that same mistake, so I knew that going forward, no matter how lonely I felt, how overwhelmed I could be, or how much I wanted a companion, that could not be the driving force behind establishing a new relationship. For five years, I was a single dad, and honestly, I was all of the things I just mentioned, but after five years of being a single dad, a beautiful, brilliant woman in our church caught my eye; her name was Elisabeth. Elisabeth and I started talking, and in a very short time, we had our first date; maybe it was our second, but either way, we started dating. She had previously been married, and both of us understood the circumstances in which we were dating. We both had children and wanted this to be right for ourselves and our kids. We both felt the risks were high but also worth it, maybe. So, she vetted me, and I vetted her. We both talked to our friends and each other's friends and gathered as much information as possible. We both felt comfortable proceeding with at least a date.

I had made reservations at a great restaurant, and we went out for dinner. Because of all the things I just said, I wanted to get this right. I needed to know if Elisabeth was right for me, and she needed to see if I was right for her. We both came to dinner with a list. Things I needed to check off and things she needed to check off. So, after ordering, we both proceeded. I had questions, and she had questions. I said, "Let's start with the easy ones: when is your birthday?" I can assure you I was not ready for the answer. 420 was her answer. I stared at her for a moment, grasping what she had just shared. "Your birthday is April 20th?" She said, "Yes." As soon as she said yes, I heard the voice of the Lord say to me, "Now you know why." I was stunned. She knew I was stunned, leading to many conversations and getting married after two short months. That was eleven years ago. I love Elisabeth with all my heart. She was exactly what I needed and what my kids needed. Like any couple or family, we have had our share of problems, but Elisabeth was precisely who I needed going forward.

Understand this: a decade before my first wife had died, the Lord had given me an answer to a problem I didn't even know existed. When I first started seeing 420, my first wife was healthy. We had a good marriage, and we had a good life. Neither one of us had any idea how sick she was going to become, and we certainly didn't know she was going to die seventeen years into our marriage. He knew what was going to happen. I believe God stands outside of time. Why? How? If God is God and the definition of God is one who created all things and is in all things, that nothing can exist without Him, then God created time, and time as a creation cannot contain God; therefore, God stands outside of time. I don't have time (pun intended) to unpack that, but maybe in a later post. If God does indeed stand outside of time, then knowing what my future looks like, He began dropping hints, 420, to prepare me for Elisabeth.

God has an answer! He always has an answer. The problem is that most of us have not been taught to hear His voice and what we should do with it when we do hear it. I knew that God was speaking to me when I kept seeing 420. It became obvious to all of us that He was speaking to me. I just had no idea what He was saying. Whatever you are going through, let me assure you that God has an answer. Listen to His voice; I promise you it is there. Look for answers; often, an answer comes in a sign, not a voice. Remember what He says. Write it down because sometimes He is giving us answers to questions that are still a decade or more away. Listen, look, and remember. You do your job. I promise you He is doing His.

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A Skunk in the house

10/20/2024

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It was 2:00 in the morning. My wife and I had been asleep for several hours, and the phone rang. Now, I don’t know about your house, but at my house, when the phone rings in the early morning hours, it usually means only one thing. Something terrible has happened this early morning. My wife and I had six teenagers, all on probation, and all foster kids living in our home. We also had a nanny living with us. In total, nine of us lived in a seventeen-hundred-square-foot home. The house we lived in was an old barn we’d bought and were remodeling. At the time, the only way to get upstairs was to go outside and use the exterior stairs at the back of the house. Upstairs lived our four teenage boys and our nanny. Downstairs were our two teenage girls, my wife and myself. The old barn, now a house, was located in the woods. The boys, being typical teenagers, had several bad habits. First, even though they were asked over and over again not to take food upstairs, all of them did. Second, I had asked them over and over again to make sure the door they used upstairs was closed because being in the woods meant a backyard full of forest creatures. I had seen mountain lions, bears, raccoons, skunks, and many other animals right out our back door. Keeping the doors closed was a good idea unless they wanted unwelcome visitors.

This morning, our phone rang, and in a groggy haze, my mind began preparing itself for whatever tragedy was on the other end. After all, I am a pastor, and these early morning phone calls are not usually good news. “Hello,” I said, “Will.” It was one of the boys from upstairs. “Yes,” I said, wondering what could be an emergency coming from upstairs, “I think there is a skunk under my bed.” “Say that again,” I blurted out. “I think there is a skunk under my bed.” By now, my wife was awake and extremely curious as to what the commotion could be. I turned to her and said, “Jimmy says he has a skunk in his room under his bed.” My immediate thought was that it had to be a cat. I’m sure it’s a cat. Skunks don’t live in houses, but cats do. So, I assured my wife that it was probably a cat and no big deal. I told her to go back to sleep while I went to get the cat out of the room.

Upstairs, I found all the boys outside on the deck waiting for me to take care of this skunk. I assured them it was a cat and tried to get them to go back to bed. They were not going back to bed. None of them were going back to bed. Even our nanny was up then and was not going back to bed either. Okay, I thought, let’s get this over with. I proceeded to the back bedroom where the “skunk” was supposed to be. When I arrived, Jimmy pointed to the bed and said, “Look at the back corner.” I pointed my flashlight in the corner under the bed and saw not a cat or even some delicate white-stripped skunk but a huge evil monster of a skunk. None of the foster parenting classes I’d ever taken offered a session on skunk removal.

Some of you may be asking why I didn’t call an exterminator. Some of us have to learn from our mistakes, and that night with the skunk was my turn to be educated. After seeing that it was a skunk and not the cat I’d been hoping for, I evacuated upstairs. The nanny, the boys, and myself all headed for the first floor of our home. If we left it alone, I felt like it would return home to the woods where skunks should be. So we all went downstairs and waited for the skunk to leave. We waited and waited, and waited, for two hours. By 4:00 am, I thought the skunk would have left, so I went back upstairs. Nope, the skunk was still there. Two hours being plenty of time, I decided it was time to take action, and I had come up with the perfect plan. I had decided to coax the skunk outside using a long pole. In my shed, I had a piece of plastic pipe that was about ten feet in length. I figured I could very gently start prodding the skunk outside. I knew that as I did this, there was a chance that the skunk might spray, so I had all the boys move everything out of the skunk’s intended exit path. We moved everything except the bed, where the skunk was under, and a dresser with a TV in the corner. The TV, one of those 32-inch console TVs from 1994, was too heavy to lift. Once the room was ready with everything that could be moved out of the way, I began to coax the skunk. Armed with my ten-foot-long pole, I gently push him toward the bedroom door.

I’m coaxing the skunk. The skunk and I are slowly moving across the bedroom. My plan is working! We get to the hallway, and everything is going as planned. The skunk is almost there. Ten more feet is the exterior door. When we get to the hall, the skunk takes off, running straight for the exit. I have done it!” I started thinking to myself, “I should be called a skunk whisperer.

Maybe I have just fallen into a new career. Who needs exterminators when you have Willy the Skunk Whisperer? I have done it! I have conquered the skunk.” What? The skunk has stopped. He is looking right at me. After a brief stare-down, the skunk starts running straight for me. The monster is running straight for me, “No,” I scream and jump back into the dresser holding the TV. The TV crashes to the ground. The huge, monstrous, fanged, bigger than anything I have ever seen skunk runs back under the bed. This time, it crawls into the box spring, not just under the bed. No more coaxing, the skunk had dug himself in, and he was not coming out.

In case you’re visualizing this as you read, let me assure you how well I handled that situation. I never lost my temper. I never uttered anything I should not have, no curse words, no frustration. I was a perfect angel throughout this entire event. If you believe that I have some beachfront property in Nebraska, I would like to sell it to you.
I reacted as you would expect someone to react upon finding a skunk in their house at 2:00 am. I was a wreck; it was now 4:30, we had barely slept, and we were dealing with a disaster. And there was still a skunk in the house.
More drastic measures now had to be taken. Jimmy and I decided to go into the room, pull the mattress off the bed, grab the box spring where the skunk had become fully entrenched, flip the box on its side to fit in the hallway, run it outside, and throw it off the deck. You might have an opinion on the quality of this plan, but I was hopeful. So, Jimmy and I went into the room and executed the plan flawlessly.

Unfortunately, the skunk was not a willing participant in our plan. As soon as we picked up the box spring, the skunk did what skunks do and started spraying. By the time we reached the deck and tossed the box spring, Jimmy, myself, and the entire upstairs was now engulfed in a fog of skunk spray. The skunk, having decided the box spring was home, no matter where it landed, stayed where he was. I was mad, upset, furious, bewildered, and had a hundred other negative emotions flooding me all at once. I was not in my right mind, and I decided revenge was now my next move. I went to my shed for some gasoline and poured it everywhere, intending to light the skunk on fire.

I am not a mind reader, but I bet you think that is horrible for me to have done. You are right! It was horrible. All I can say is it was 4:30 in the morning, and my thought process was not functioning correctly. I poured the gas on the box spring, lit the match, and I had a fire. A lot of fire. What a minute! That is too much fire. Oh my God, I have to get a hose!

For the animal lovers, relax. The skunk was not affected by this in any way. It calmly exited the box spring and ran off into the woods, where I assume he lived happily ever after. He even winked at me as he left. Okay, maybe he didn’t do that, but it sure felt like that as he walked off into the woods.

Unfortunately, I now had a large fire in my backyard, which left me sprinting for a garden hose. About 30 minutes later, I got the fire out. It was now around 5:00 am, and we all just needed to get some sleep. I decided to send the boys upstairs to get their pillows and bedding so they could sleep downstairs. The skunk smell was everywhere. We could tackle the cleanup tomorrow.

Since I consider myself a good father, I’m always looking for learning lessons. As I’ve said, we live in the woods, and I repeatedly told the boys to shut the back door. I had explained to them many times that wild animals live in the woods and would love to come into the nice, warm house. This seemed like the perfect teachable moment after what we had just been through. Before I sent them to get their things, I reminded the boys that this is why we don’t leave the doors open. I reminded them about the wild animals. I pointed to the backyard, now scorched by fire. This, this right here, is what I have been talking about.

With those parting thoughts, I sent them to get their things. A few minutes later, after they’d all made beds on the floor, I was lying down, tired but kind of satisfied because I had just turned a disaster into a teachable moment. As I was lying there congratulating myself on this great lesson they have undoubtedly learned, a thought went through my mind, “They just went upstairs to get their stuff. Is there any chance they left the back door open?”. “No way,” I thought. There was no chance they left the back door open, especially after all that had happened. Just to be sure, I better check. So, I got up confidently and went outside, knowing I would see the back door closed. As soon as I walked out, I looked up the stairs. Can you believe the back door was wide open? It was not a good night. I lost my last remaining grasp on calm, and the boys knew I was done.

Sometimes, fathering is a lot like finding a skunk in the house. It can be a disaster. All fathers fail. All parents fail. I have failed as a father, and so will you. Let’s face it: sometimes, I am the skunk in the house. Sometimes, my attitude is more offensive than any skunk I have ever come across. When you fail, learn to say you are sorry and mean it. Failure cannot be the focus, and you cannot let failure define who you are. You have to learn to work through whatever tragedy is before you and know that life will get better.

The skunk being in our house, as bad as it was, does not in any way define my time with those kids in our house. Those boys would have rather lived in that house with a skunk than not be in that home at all. They found a place, a father, a mother, and a family that loved them, and living with a skunk was not the focus.
Maybe you are not even a parent and just accidentally stumbled on this article. I don’t know what is happening with you right now. I don’t know what tragedy is before you or what you have to go through, but I can tell you it will get better. The skunk will leave your house, and you can move forward.

Yes, there will be cleanup involved. We had to strip the carpeting, the padding, and the texture from the walls and completely redo the upstairs area to get the smell of the skunk out of our house. It was a major pain to clean up, but we got it done. You will conquer whatever is before you. You have got this! How do I know you have got this? Because I am proof. In my life, I have faced tragedies and made mistakes. I have made plenty of mistakes, but I have kept moving forward. Failure only exists when we stop trying. I don’t know where you are when it comes to faith, but I believe in a God of endless chances. You might have made mistakes, but you can still change. Even if your kids are adults, change now. You can do this! The only real mistake is when we stop trying. Keep pushing forward. It is never too late.

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Christianity, Discipleship and the obsession with Sin in the Christian Church

11/1/2014

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Christianity, Discipleship and the Obsession with sin in the Christian Church

   I should first say I am a Senior Leader of a church with several campuses and several different Discipleship Schools. When I get the opportunity to teach our students, especially those in our second year program, I am extremely hard on them. When it comes to matters of their character and their obedience within the realms of their Christian faith I believe that God is way more concerned about their character then their comfort. I teach them that living a life of sin is not beneficial for them and a lifestyle of sin filled choices has consequences that will be greater then the price they want to pay. I teach them that being a Disciple of Christ is a heavy call but it is a call to maturity, greatness and a path of discovery to the God of the great expanse, to a God bigger then they ever imagined. But, I also teach them that there is, in my opinion, a difference between being a Christian and being a Disciple. Being a Christian is a free gift, the good news Gospel. God has made a way for us once and for all. We can be with him because sin no longer rules our life. His Son sacrificed Himself for us and that is good news to the world as ALL can now be saved. It is the message of a loving God who is passionately pursuing us to every corner of the earth, and that should be our message to the world. God Loves YOU!
   The call continues from there however, as once you are a Christian, next you should become a disciple. Do the hard work of walking out your salvation as the Bible says in Philippians 2:12, “with fear and trembling”. Sin is no longer a barrier between you and God, so as Hebrews 12:1 says, “Since we have so great a cloud of witnesses surrounding us, let us also lay aside every encumbrance and the sin which so easily entangles us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us”. This is the call to Discipleship. Paul is clearly talking to those who have already accepted Christ, those we call Christians. But don’t mistake a Christian for a Disciple. Isn't a Christian someone who has accepted the sacrifice that Christ provided for all? If that is true then why is there so much talk today about what a Christian can and cannot do? Why is there so much emphasis put on sin in regards to those who are Christians? Didn’t Christ die for forgiveness of sins and once we accept what He has done aren’t we all considered Sons and Daughters of Him? It seems there’s a lot of talk on peoples lifestyles choices and sins they are committing with regards to their salvation. Does the sacrifice of Christ no longer cover our sins once we accept Him? How is it that the Bible says “believe and you will be saved” (John 3:16) and yet some people say, believing is not enough. You have to live a sin free life once you accept Him. Can anyone truly live a completely sin free life? Please hear me, I am not saying it is good to sin or good for you. Let me say again there are consequences for sin but those consequences are not a matter of salvation.
   Now for my main point, I know homosexuality has been in the blogosphere lately especially given the comments of Pastor Brian Houston of Hillsong Church. If we say we are going to live by the Law, then we need to live by all of them and not just the ones that we feel we don’t have a problem with. One time I heard a Pastor say, “you cannot be a Christian and be a homosexual because homosexuals are living in sin.” When this Pastor made that statement he was an easy 100-150 pounds overweight. Isn't gluttony a sin? Can he himself be a Christian and a glutton? Of course he can be a Christian as well as someone who is a liar, cheat, and anything else. Isn’t that an example of picking and choosing what the bible says?
   Can someone be a homosexual and be a Christian? Yes! The message of Christ is that He paid the price for our sins, so if you believe that homosexuality is a sin you still have to believe that the sacrifice of Jesus covers that sin. How can you possibly not believe that those who have accepted Christ, who have believed in His name, are not part of the Kingdom of God? Sin is not the determining factor for salvation. The cost of sin has been paid. Isn’t that the whole point of the parable of Mathew 20 and the workers in the field? All are welcome. All can be a part of the Kingdom even though some have worked and toiled longer then others. Some not even really doing anything but yet receiving the same reward. Being saved, being a Christian is a free gift to all who believe and call upon His name. We live in a world that desperately needs the Love of God. We live in a world that does not know God is for them and madly in love with them. We have confused being a Disciple of Christ with being a Christian. People have been told, you must be a disciple before you are part of the family but the parable of the prodigal son shows the father waiting every day for his son to return. The father never disowned his son. The loving Father was waiting for his son, not denying his sonship. In fact, as the son returned the father confirmed his son’s standing by giving him his best. Once we become part of the family and become a Christian, we may stumble, fall and do things that others do not approve. Maybe even doing them on a regular basis but the Father, our Father, is there loving us every day waiting and wanting to give us His best. He is waiting for us to enter into a life of a Disciple. To truly get His best for our life.
   I will end with this, you cannot be a Disciple unless you are a Christian but you can be a Christian who never becomes a Disciple. Isn't that what really tweaks us the most?

Much love and blessings
Willy

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A Fresh Start

1/3/2013

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A FRESH START
It is New Years Day 2013 and it is my first blog of the year. Ok actually it's my first blog ever. I'm not sure what I am supposed to write in a blog but since it is New Years Day I think I am supposed to be writing about something that is fresh, new, hopeful and challenging for the new year to come and I have tried to do that very thing for the last hour. I think I am off to a good start, after all I have given this blog a catchy up beat sure to appeal to the masses name, "A Fresh Start". With a name like that I should be ready to write inspiration for the future. But I have to be honest, the only thing I want to do today is watch football. As I write this I am currently sitting in my Dad's living room in front of his brand new GIANT TV (the one he just bought because he knew I would be here on this day) watching game after game and loving it! I love football, I Kinda always have loved football. I played football in High School and I played Football in College and I am currently starting my 19th year as a High School Football Coach so when I say I love football you get the picture, I really love football. So a day like this with multiple games going on is going to be a great day. However, as I sit here watching the games and trying to write inspirational thoughts it has occurred to me that today is not really about football at all. Today is about memories and today is about being with my Dad. Of all the days I remember from my teenage years, my most fond memories, are of this day, New Years Day and being with my Dad watching football. My Dad is my hero! He was the one I looked up to as a kid, the one I most wanted approval from as a teenage boy, the one who was the best man in my wedding and the one I most admire to this day. My Dad taught me what it meant to be a man. He has always been an example of who a man is and what a man does. My Dad is generous, kind, loving, strong, firm and always fair. I hope that I can be the father to my children that my Dad has been to me.
Oh, I forgot I am supposed to be writing something hopeful for the future. How about this, how about today we all remember those things that we are most fond of. How about today we all decide to look around us and take note of the people in our lives who have shaped us and molded us into the people we are today. How about today of all days we begin to pour into somebody else's life and we begin to shape and mold them. How about we begin to create amazing moments in their memories. How about today we become that moment in somebody's life where watching football on New Years Day becomes more then just watching football on New Years Day. Today, i'm spending time with my Dad! Here is to new beginnings and a fresh start. Happy New Year! Willy

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