For those trapped in the Twin Towers or the Pentagon, that fiery hell must have seemed apocalyptic. In the fleeting moments before they leaped from windows or were crushed under melting I-beams, what passed through their minds?
Pastor Jeff Sumner was attending a health screening program led by members of his church when he learned that his blood sugar level was unusually high. Until then, it had not occurred to him that some of the physical changes he was experiencing were symptoms of diabetes.
When George called to ask for help with his grandson’s funeral, I didn’t hesitate. I’d do anything for the man. George is a gentle soul, born with an impulse for counting others first. When he’s not helping his wife shuffle through her daily maze of Alzheimer’s, he’s at the hospital, sitting with hurting people for hours on end. I’ve seen his patience.
Daytona Beach—it’s the home of NASCAR, Spring Break, Bike Week, and the self-proclaimed “most famous beach in the world.” The city has an interesting mix of natives with deep southern roots and northerners, many from New York City, who have come to the sun, sand and surf for retirement, or who came early because they did not want to wait for retirement.