Some pics came in today. I’ve written of Ricky previously: In honor of Ricky. That’s his service dog. What surprises me about Western North Carolina is that there is pretty much zero respect for service dogs like Max here. Too bad, that. That’s disrespect for the owner. That bespeaks total ignorance. But there’s really a lot of meth heads here. The thing is, Ricky did what he did for them as well. That’s something to think about. Note the purple heart. Shot twice. Axe to the face once. Blown up six times by IEDs.
That’s his very classy mom, long-suffering with him. She’s prayed quite a bit for me, surely so that I come to know that heroes are not so much to be praised but instead imitated in their spirit of self-sacrificing service to others. Thanks, Ricky. You lead the way. Thank you.