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 1 July 2025

Well, I haven't been on here since June 7th. I meant to write more often, but just didn't feel like there was much to write.

As I type this, my friend David Wimmer has been in the hospital since Sun. and it's Tues. He has a massive stroke caused by a fall that caused a brain bleed. They can't get the bleed under control, and he isn't strong enough to do surgery. Doctors are telling Cindy and the family that he has little chance of surviving this time. He has had battle after battle for his life and he had rallied back to the living. I don't know if he's going to accomplish it this time. I know Cindy and the kids can't keep going through the up and down emotions. Life is.....well, how does one describe it? You're born, you live through the battles, you give you heart back to Jesus, you die and go to a place where life is eternal. Sounds simple...It ain't.

My prayer is that he graduates to Heaven. No more battle, no more stubbornness, no more pain.

My larger prayer is that his family who will stay behind for awhile, will be able to recover from all the intense emotions they have had to live with, and come to realize how amazingly short life is, give their lives to the God Who loves them, and make a difference in the world around them. 

I believe....🙆🙏 

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