Br. Fred is the very rare person who,always,always does the "Right thing"He's one of the very few people I know ,that lives up to the standards he sets for himself.He is a "Man in every sense of the word,He is a spiritual giant,he's the one you want to go to for advise,He's the patriarch of a large blended family.He is adored by his children and grandchildren,he is wise,sensitive generous and compassionate,he's also funny as all get up,,,,you can see several of his quotes on my facebook page.
he is completely honorable and honored by his peers.
I hate that he's suffering.
During church my mother complained about being cold and she was in allot of pain,from her osteoporosis(take your calcium,young woman)So I took her out to sit in the car as today was the first warm day with sunshine in like 14 trillion years.
After church my friends,Jerry Joanie and Lois(more on them in my next posting)went to Ortega's( a Mexican restaurant in Morrilton that will make you think that you were IN Mexico) the food is so good I should kill you!!!!After the meal I went up to the front counter to pay the bill,At that moment My friend Jerry came up behind me and said in a total panic,"Brother Ted,Brother Ted,your mom is shaking".I went back to the table to find my 85 year old mother out cold and not breathing,I could not find her pulse,Jonie and Lois were holding her head up and holding her mouth open(I don't know why,but they seemed to know what they were doing)
It took about four minutes before she started to become aware of her surroundings and asking "What happened,What happened several times.Jerry had phoned 911 and as the hospital was right around the corner they were there within like two minutes.I was really scared.Jerry and I went in my car and Joanie and Miss Lois took their car as we followed the ambulance to the Hospital emergency room.As we were driving there Jerry started crying.Jerry was crying for my mothers suffering,That's how he is ,nothing fake about it.Jerry's severely autistic twenty seven year old continually smiling sweet,sweet boy James died last year in the car while Jerry was driving,during their vacation,had a heart attack and died right there in his seat.Right there.I used to go with them every Saturday to take James out to the waffle house,it was a wondrous thing to watch James eat, pure undiluted uninterrupted rapturous joy,,,the boy loved his waffles and he loved his Daddy.James loved to smile.
After my mother had been given an injection to get her pulse rate up,she started to feel and look better.I was thankful and relieved.I was sure she had had a stroke.As it turns out,after all the tests,she needed a pace maker and so the Dr.ordered her to go down to Baptist hospital here in Little rock to do the procedure.Here I sit in the waiting room,writing about the day,It's eleven thirty at night.The Drs will put the pacemaker in tomorrow at four in the afternoon"Lord willing and the creek don't rise"
I Love My Mother.She has always, always been on my side.
When I was in first grade,I was completely out of my mind in love with a girl in my class,Rochelle Schnipper.(Hey it was a Jewish School)
I was sitting in the car crying, telling my mother how much I loved this girl and asked her what I should do.She told me we would go to the "Five and Dime"(general store)and that I should pick out a ring and bring it to school and give it to her.I remember it was a beautiful gold ring with a shiny clear pink stone and it cost Ten Cents.
I brought it to school and gave it to her in front of the whole class.

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