Hi Mrs. Clark, I am another of John's readers. Your story touched me deeply!
My wife is in partial remission from stage 4 metastatic breast cancer--mostly in her brain. I am so sorry for your loss and for the short time between first symptoms and his passing. As you continue to read John's emails, you will find that he loves to share stories of his family, and of people he meets, or those who contact him with their own story of how he has been such an important part of their lives.
Eventually, you will know of Camp Exceptional, and his annual Bald Faced Truth auction.
My prayers go out to you and your family--that God gives you peace and tranquility. May his arms of love and grace wrap around you like a soft, warm blanket. Take care!!!
Angels and heros com in all shapes, sizes and forms. When it taps you on the shoulder, embrace it. You never know when the reciprocal will be warrented.
I subscribe for the sports but these are the stories I look forward to reading the most. Thanks John. Seems sometimes you are on a one man journalistic crusade to remind us we are all human. Keep it up.
Hard to recall a better column, one so graceful, poignant and filled with insight. Please keep diving into the pool.
Yup, the water is fine. Jean, so sorry for your loss. May Dick be blessed with Eternal Rest.
What they said. Just when we think we know your depth as a person, you change our perception once again. Bless you John, Charlie
Unless you do something for others in your life, you've done nothing. You do so much for others, JC...
Really? LOL!
@toddhamilton, are you being serious? If so, please stop stirring the pot...it appears, sadly, yours is empty.
Todd H needs to smoke a big peace pipe...
That was beautiful. What a tribute to life. Keep it up John. Thank you.
Wow! You remind your readers of the fragility of life and how quick it can disappear. Thank you for sharing.
Thanks for sharing John, I’m glad we were able to get to know Dick and Jean a bit. This reminds me of one of my favorite quotes:
“You cannot change yesterday, you have no idea what tomorrow holds, but you have RIGHT NOW. Make the very most of it!”
Another Forrest Gump moment. You never know what you're going to get when you open a John Canzano email. Nice work, John. Another happy subscriber.
One of my favorites as well, hands down. These life glimpses remind me of our shared humanity, which are so greatly needed in these times.
Hi Mrs. Clark, I am another of John's readers. Your story touched me deeply!
My wife is in partial remission from stage 4 metastatic breast cancer--mostly in her brain. I am so sorry for your loss and for the short time between first symptoms and his passing. As you continue to read John's emails, you will find that he loves to share stories of his family, and of people he meets, or those who contact him with their own story of how he has been such an important part of their lives.
Eventually, you will know of Camp Exceptional, and his annual Bald Faced Truth auction.
My prayers go out to you and your family--that God gives you peace and tranquility. May his arms of love and grace wrap around you like a soft, warm blanket. Take care!!!
Please tell Jean that readers give her hugs!
The fragility and lack of guaranteed tomorrows should color our actions more.
Angels and heros com in all shapes, sizes and forms. When it taps you on the shoulder, embrace it. You never know when the reciprocal will be warrented.
Another great column. Thanks. Hey about some Blazer info now that football is over and Ducks and Beavers in a funk.
I subscribe for the sports but these are the stories I look forward to reading the most. Thanks John. Seems sometimes you are on a one man journalistic crusade to remind us we are all human. Keep it up.
Real life. Even better than sports.
Today's column is why we subscribe to your writing. Thanks, Mr. C.
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You never know the hour or the day.
".....for at my back I always hear, Time's winged chariot hurrying near, and now all before us lie, deserts of vast eternity."
Andrew Marvell (To His Coy Mistress)
Great quote Louis. We all hear, or think we hear, that chariot more often than not.
"Swing low, sweet chariot, comin' for to carry me home..."