From the first day at Plano Prebyterian up until my last day at Life Center, the world walked through my door. I met outstanding medical specialists from the USA and Pakistan, South Africa, Malaysia, India, Somalia, India, Nigeria, Ethiopia, Sudan, China, South Korea, Egypt, Jordan, The Philippines, Jamaica, Mexico, Natve Texans and Cambodians. Those not born here are registered, tax-paying citizens. I suspect this “Angel Army” hides wings under those smocks. It is a shame that so many cry babies run around spewing garbage. My bed is circled by a world seeking freedom and I am one proud Native Son to have my welcome mat out. HE called just enough of HIS Angels to care for this, HIS unworthy son. In this very room there is LOVE. Want some? Too Annointed to be disappointed and Too Blessed to be depressed. That’s what I get from My Box of Chocolates. AMEN.
I am joining my President by membership in “his” Great American Party…you?