As head coach at a high school in Salt Lake County, Wes had taken his track and field athletes annually to Pocatello, Idaho for the Simplot Games, one of the largest national meets that hosted teams from New York, Florida, Texas, California, and other places across the country. It was a great event – and still is – that allows high school athletes to mingle with some of the great athletes around the world, and compete and have fun.
On a particular day in March, Wes and his assistants were prepared to take the team again to Pocatello, not knowing that even before they arrived at the competition, a vicious storm would test their endurance and faith.
It was a long time ago, that spring of 1982, when I moved from Utah to Virginia, not knowing that this first cross-country journey when my disabled daughter and I got lost in Youngstown was just the beginning of many more adventures with “angels of the road.” Continue reading
This story of lost opportunity and regret is based on a sermon I heard several decades ago in a church meeting. The speaker and protagonist I call Ray, a husband, father, and grandfather now in his seventies, painfully remembered an incident in his youth in the early 1950s. Continue reading
I put together a collection of Miracles and Angels stories that friends and family shared with me from 1996 to 2000 when my disabled daughter and I lived in south Salt Lake City, Utah. A story originally titled A Hand Pushed Me Back is here re-titled the night their son killed himself. Continue reading