There’s a hope that gives. There’s a grace that lives. There’s a plea that renews. I’m trying to say, “I love you.”
Love had no beginning and love has no end. That is how grace has touched my life. Looking down the corridor of my life, I find that love has defined the grace given to me. This book is my moment to thank the world for this wonder called life.
I was just leaving the hospital in Temple when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a group of bikers gathered in the atrium located near the exit. I entered and was found in the middle of the hardest men and women I’d ever seen in my life. Well, I’m not a small person, but they towered over me, or so I thought. Once I came to myself, I approached the leader of the group. With my right hand extended, I pointed at a multi-colored symbol on his cut and asked, “What is that one?” He looked me over then smiled. I found that grace and generosity have no boundary. Love is the fabric of this life and grace is how it’s shown.
I give thanks to those whom I have known, and those I will know—for your grace has made this life worth living.
