We all have our story, our mission, our purpose...

I have a coffee mug which colorfully proclaims, “ I’m unique! Just like everybody else!” Of course, this is meant to be humorous, but in examining life as I know it, there is much wisdom staring at me from the side of my morning coffee.

The events that have mapped the course of my life have been extraordinary; but really, the memories shadowing the eyes of total strangers silently speak that, if their circumstances were known, their life-courses have all been as extraordinary as mine. All of us are extraordinarily ordinary. And we have all arrived at the place we are by the Grace and Love of a merciful God.

The fact that every single person on this planet has a set of fingerprints belonging only to him or her has become just another mundane scientific fact. However, if a person ponders this fact, and the fact that there are millions of people inhabiting the earth, and include the millions who have already inhabited the earth and probably millions more to come, with no two sets of fingerprints alike, it becomes so mind-boggling that it can only be a testimony to God’s creation of us as individuals, all uniquely ourselves.

I have a story to tell that is uniquely mine; a story not greater than others, and possibly not so very different from others, but it is my hope that the twists, turns and pathways in my road with give insight to the reader who is pursuing his own divine path.

During the darkest times of this story, Three People never left my side – the Father, Who is Love, the Son - with His Sacred Heart of Love burning brightly for us, and the Blessed Holy Spirit, Who lives within my soul and holds me up when I can’t find my own feet; and Who directs me down many roads – all of them leading to God.

If the reader is expecting a story of overwhelming bad times, this is it. If the reader is expecting a story of Restoration by God’s Love, this is it.

My business was “taken over” by the government – right here in America. As surely as if armed commandos had walked into our office with assault rifles, the County of Cochise, aided and abetted by the State of Arizona, took my business. It can happen here. It did happen here.

Two people were lost as a direct result of this police action; both of them beautiful, viable people with so much to offer the world.

The elderly, frail and disabled Medicaid recipients of Cochise County, Arizona, were terribly wounded, many of them mortally, by a gunshot they never heard.

Only I, alone, remain – bloodied, but unbowed to our corrupt government. Using the pen as a sword, I fight on, knowing that I will find, through God’s Grace, some little chink in the seemingly impenetrable cloak of secrecy surrounding the events of the NCFE bankruptcy – knowing that there is at least ONE righteous person who lead an army of angels who will catch them all in a snare fashioned by God and bring justice and restoration to the people of the Great State of Arizona. I know the angels are out there...waiting for the right time...
Second Kings 6:15-17 (Elisha and his servant seem about to be captured by the Syrian army) "When the servant of the man of God was risen early, and gone forth, behold, an host compassed the city, both with chariots and horse. And his servant said unto him, Alas, my master! What shall we do? And he answered, Fear not; for they who are with us are more than they who are with them. And Elisha prayed, and said, Lord, I pray thee, open his eyes, and he may see. And the Lord opened the eyes of the young man, and he saw; and behold, the mountain was full of horses and chariots of fire round about Elisha."