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- Married to Andrea since 1982. We have 9 children together and none apart. Our dog's name is Tebow.
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After finding and remediating mold twice in our Colorado home, we abandoned ship in October 2008. Because of the high levels of exposure, our entire family was affected. After months of seeing different specialists for all of the problems, we came to Arizona to begin comprehensive treatment to rid our bodies of the toxic buildup. In August 2009 we moved into a larger home, four bedrooms, south of Tucson, north of Mexico. I am doing my daily radio program/ writing from that location. Thanks for praying for us. We really feel it.
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Monday, November 17, 2008
I just had to relate this because it's one of those things that happen that you forget if you don't write down. We've been out of our house for more than a month now and there's not much new to report. However, last Friday a van pulls up in front of the home we're renting and there's a young boy/cub scout standing there. His mother is smiling from the front seat as he thanks me for my order and supporting the scouts.
I remember ordering popcorn from him (the chocolate covered kind) because he just looked so cute and I couldn't resist. He had a tin about as big as he was in his hands. He handed it over, took a breath, and in a squeaky voice said, "We at Scout Troop (insert #) know your family is having a hard time and we want you to have this as our gift." He gave me back the $20 I had paid.
"Are you sure?" I said, looking at the popcorn and the money.
"Yes, it's what we want to do."
It's so humbling to receive that kind of love, and yet it's so freeing to accept it because the little boy and the scout troop really wanted to give it. I was advised early on that when people want to give, accept it.
I took both the popcorn and money and then talked with him and his mom. When he heard about the deaths of our dogs I thought the poor boy was going to cry right there in the street. He was so saddened by that part of the story.
Just to show you we have some good friends around us who are being so generous. And if you need any chocolate popcorn, let me know. :)
I remember ordering popcorn from him (the chocolate covered kind) because he just looked so cute and I couldn't resist. He had a tin about as big as he was in his hands. He handed it over, took a breath, and in a squeaky voice said, "We at Scout Troop (insert #) know your family is having a hard time and we want you to have this as our gift." He gave me back the $20 I had paid.
"Are you sure?" I said, looking at the popcorn and the money.
"Yes, it's what we want to do."
It's so humbling to receive that kind of love, and yet it's so freeing to accept it because the little boy and the scout troop really wanted to give it. I was advised early on that when people want to give, accept it.
I took both the popcorn and money and then talked with him and his mom. When he heard about the deaths of our dogs I thought the poor boy was going to cry right there in the street. He was so saddened by that part of the story.
Just to show you we have some good friends around us who are being so generous. And if you need any chocolate popcorn, let me know. :)
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Dear Mr. Fabry,
In 1996, you wrote a book called "Away With the Manger" (I'm sure you know that :-)). I reread it every year. I have recommended it on my blogpost today, and am hoping for permission to print the lyrics of "Away With the Manger" on another post. I won't do it without your permission, since I believe that it would be a copyright infringement (I could be wrong, I'm not a lawyer. I assume stuff on youtube is okay, and lyrics of old carols and hymns printed elsewhere on the web is okay, but this is different). There are no hard feelings if you say no. I really do love the book. I used to listen to you on WMBI in Chicago.
Helen
Helen,
YOu hereby and forthwith have my permission to print the lyrics on your blog for a period not exceeding 90 days unless you forget.
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