Dom Vito, Repair Man

My friend was telling me about his repair man,  Don Vito. “We were sitting in my RV as he was tinkering with the broken generator,” he said.  “I wanted to get to know this gregarious Italian; what was behind his infectious personality.”  Dom had lived on the coast in a beautiful home in San Clemente,…

A Day At Stoneman Douglas High School

We didn’t know what to expect. Our team had travelled several hours south to pray with, and for the Parkland community. It was our intent to prayer-walk the high school campus. We arrived to hundreds of milling people, standing, huddled in some places, arms around each other. The scene spread several football fields long. On…

The Fire He Gives Me

On the beach, late afternoon, tide out, sand firm under foot. I’m not here to ogle at the pelicans, but to test my strength by running a mile as fast as my legs can carry me. When I lace up my old track spikes, memories flood my mind, and oddly, thoughts land on a long…

The Changing of the Guard

As I step outside, I notice a line of elderly neighbors making their way down the sidewalk, very, very slowly. Maurice, my friend two stoops down, is bent over a walker, and glances up at me. We have history, and he shows me that toothy grin sometimes to let me know, he knows I know…