On December 13th 1967, a day that changed my life forever, I drove our big station wagon up our rather steep driveway, not remembering to set the brake, and got out of the car to open the garage door. Just as I reached for the handle to open it, the car started slipping back down the driveway. My wife Dottie tried to reach the brake from the passenger side but hit the gas instead. I turned just in time to become the hood ornament as that powerful car drove me through the garage door and then throught the back wall of the garage.
Bye the way, for those of you who were wondering, Dottie didn't mean to do it. <Smile>.
For the next eight and a half weeks I lay in traction with plenty of time to think about why God had spared my life and just what direction my life was to take.
Not long after I had healed I found that direction by becoming one of a new breed of Christian Song Writers. With a renewed appreciation and commitment to my faith and family.
Here's a shot of my family take Mothers Day 2009. We are all happy and doing well.
