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A Blessed Life (20) Eager to do something besides going to school I abandoned plans for Georgetown College. We packed and moved to Louisville on the whim that I might get a job teaching in a Christian school. Perhaps they would let me finish my degree while I taught. Such was not the case, so…

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A Blessed Life (19) As my freshman year at Southeastern Christian College was unfolding, my relationship with Colleen was growing more serious. When the year ended in May, I bought a ring and asked her to marry me. We were both eighteen at the time, and when we married in August of 1965, she was…

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A Blessed Life (18) They call it commencement. It is an exciting time. One phase of life is ending and the future holds both adventure and uncertainly. When I graduated from Harrison County High School in May of 1964, I could never have imagined the direction my life would take. Many ideas had run through…

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A Blessed Life (17) My dad had a way of saying a lot without using very many words. I remember some of the things he impressed on me in just that way. One memory stands out clearly in my mind to this day. It was junior-senior prom; the night when you plan on staying out…

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A Blessed Life (16) Friday afternoons during my senior year found me thinking about the three o’clock bell beckoning the end of another week of school. It was around two o’clock on Friday, November 22, 1963, that our sixth period class was interrupted by an announcement over the intercom. The principal solemnly announced that President…

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A Blessed Life (15) After two and a half years attending school at Bourbon County High, and six and a half in elementary school, there was a change in January of 1963. We were moving back to Harrison County where I had lived the first seven years of my life. I would be enrolling mid-term…

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My years in high school were filled with really good times and my memories are many. Basketball games every Tuesday and Friday from December through March were regular events on our calendar. Back then a Wednesday or Sunday game was rare, if not totally unheard of. Those days were reserved for the church. We lived…

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A Blessed Life (13) I admire people who have a sense of direction for their lives. They seem to be clearly focused on their goals. During my teenage years I vacillated between being an auctioneer, radio announcer, or a forest ranger. I loved public speaking; I composed sermons, but never seriously saw myself as a…

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A Blessed Life (12) Hanging on the wall of my office at home is an old violin passed down to me from my Grandfather Morrison. William Morrison and Mary Withers Morrison were two wonderful people who blessed my life. At least two Sunday afternoons a month found us at their house for Sunday dinner with…

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A Blessed Life (11) Teen years are easier when life is simpler. At least that was my experience. Life centered around farm work, school and church. I can truly say in the words of the John Denver hit song, “Thank God, I’m A Country Boy”. I don’t say that arrogantly, but rather, with deep appreciation…