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AIN’T NO SUNSHINE… | The Light's On The Inside
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The Light's On The Inside. AIN’T NO SUNSHINE…. Recalling the years of haze and fog following the great crash of ’93 is difficult, therapeutic, entertaining, and a bit strange, but there was a day when Sunshine broke through the fog and that is what I will focus on today. Grade when I graduated. Age doesn’t matter unless you are cheese, I thought to myself, so we started dating, I took the fall quickly and followed her back to Tuscaloosa where she began her collegiate journey in the same place I had j...
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The Light's On The Inside. Let The Journey Begin…. I have spent the majority of my life working toward becoming the best golfer in the world. However, that process was derailed when a rescue vehicle ran a red light going 50 mph without a siren and without touching the brake pedal. Half of the last decade, I have served as a barista for the BuckStar where I almost lost faith in humanity multiple times while working in the drive-thru window. She’s funny, and would have to be to live with me. My wife heard ...
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The Light's On The Inside | Monthly Archive | January
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The Light's On The Inside. Unless He’s Scary or She’s Hot, Why Would I Run? While living in Mobile, I was able to be a part of an amazing group of guys that wanted to be more like JESUS. Our pastor, Todd chose 12 men from ‘the Grove’ to journey through a process together in efforts to become better husband’s, father’s, and leader’s. We read books together, challenged each other, and practiced making our world a better place. My first response was NOPE! As the conference continued, I heard Dave Ramsey tal...
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Let The Journey Begin… | The Light's On The Inside
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The Light's On The Inside. Let The Journey Begin…. I have spent the majority of my life working toward becoming the best golfer in the world. However, that process was derailed when a rescue vehicle ran a red light going 50 mph without a siren and without touching the brake pedal. Half of the last decade, I have served as a barista for the BuckStar where I almost lost faith in humanity multiple times while working in the drive-thru window. She’s funny, and would have to be to live with me. My wife heard ...
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And Be Thankful… | The Light's On The Inside
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The Light's On The Inside. And Be Thankful…. Several years ago I traveled to the frozen tundra of West Michigan to attend a conference about the local church entitled, Isn’t She Beautiful . I had been listening to the podcasts from Mars Hill Bible Church, and at that time in my life, considered it to be my home church, and Rob Bell to be my cyber-pastor. Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, since as members of one body you were called to peace. And be thankful. Paul says later in Colossians 3 tha...
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Post-it Notes & Parking Decals | The Light's On The Inside
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The Light's On The Inside. Post-it Notes & Parking Decals. I was very weak, and had a special parking pass so I wouldn’t have to take the usual long hikes across campus. It was a handicap pass, but it also allowed me to park in faculty/staff spaces. I used teacher parking because it made me feel like I was taking it to the man whoever he is! Unfortunately, the parking pass only helped when my brain would allow, because many times I would get almost to class, then wonder if I had locked my car?
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Crushed Digits, Coffee, Girls, & GOD | The Light's On The Inside
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The Light's On The Inside. Crushed Digits, Coffee, Girls, & GOD. Through physical therapy, I had retained my ability to stand, walk, and most rudimentary movements, so it was time to start thinking about golf again. A golf angel had brought a set of Ram Tour Blades and a Zebra putter and set them against the wall of my hospital room, and I was ready to give them a try. Murphy’s Law and Marathon Training. And Be Thankful…. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BIGGEST FAN! Crushed Digits, Coffee, Girls, & GOD.
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The Light's On The Inside. A Walk Down Amnesia Lane. Twenty years ago I was one of the best collegiate golfers in the. Country and my life was on track to become what I wanted to be. Since I was 5 years old, the best golfer in the world. But, 2 days after returning from our final golf tournament of the ’93 Fall Season, my life changed in a very dramatic way. I remember the traffic light turning greenand then being told 28. Days later that a rescue vehicle had run a red light and t-boned my. Would’ve aske...
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Waiting, Trusting, Hoping | The Light's On The Inside
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The Light's On The Inside. Waiting, Trusting, Hoping. I’m not sure when the fog finally lifted and my awareness of my own life resumed. All of the stories I share of my recovery at DCH in Tuscaloosa were told to me by others who had a functioning memory during that period. My recovery continued over weeks, months, and years that followed, but looking back all I see is fog. And another week passed, another, and the pattern continued. Even today when I watch golf tournaments and see guys on tour that I com...
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BIGGEST FAN! | The Light's On The Inside
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The Light's On The Inside. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BIGGEST FAN! My parents started taking me to local golf tournaments when I was ten years old, and when I turned fourteen we took to the highways and byways of the national junior golf circuit. I will probably never fully know all of the sacrifices my parents made so that I could chase the dream of someday playing on golf’s biggest stage, but I do know that we had a blast! But I have never, ever seen anyone give more of themselves for others than my mom....
