Not a day goes by that I am not reminded of something my dad taught me. What I do now stems from his love of politics, history, and philosophy. My dad taught me that to call myself a professional is one thing, but I must also look and act like one, so I have worn a tie to work now for 15 years. He taught early on that there are many things that people hire others to do that I could do myself. He showed me and gave me the opportunity to learn that hard work - physical work- is very gratifying. Together we grew to see that laughing often and loudly is good for you - very good. Perhaps the greatest lesson I have learned, however, was the result of his illness, and he not only taught me but everyone with whom he came into contact.

ALS is an insidious disease. To lose control of all your muscles, but still be clear of mind is cruel. Yet through all of it, my dad’s positive attitude was infectious in and of itself. He was able to find joy despite his illness; joy in others, joy in simply gathering together with others, and joy in traveling anywhere to anything despite the hindrance of his wheelchair. This joy drew others to him despite his circumstances and this became his opportunity to minister to others and lead them to a greater understanding and appreciation of God’s Grace in times such as those he went through.

James chapter one reminds us to “count it all joy when you fall into various trials”. Why, because the testing of your faith produces patience. Those who faithfully endure this testing will receive the crown of life. I am confident my dad has received his.

Our dad taught all of us to love, serve, and persevere. We suffered as he suffered and are better for it. He did it all with an incomparable attitude, and we therefore learned the rich blessings of having family close by. For these things I will be eternally grateful.