Summary: Today I have not one story to share with you, but two. On the surface, these two stories seem completely unrelated. Honestly, I suppose they are completely unrelated. The first story took place nearly 30 years ago. The second story took place 2 weeks ago. As I thought about what I learned from the recent story, it reminded me of the older story. I think they share a common thread, so I’m including both of them in today’s episode.<br> <br> The first story took place when I was probably 8 to 10 years old. My brother and I always spent a lot of time with my grandparents, that is, my dad’s mom and stepdad. My mom’s parents lived in California, and I only remember meeting them one time. There were a couple of other times I met them, but just like my Disneyland experience, I was too young to remember. My step grandpa was the only grandpa I ever knew, and never considered him anything other than my real blood related grandpa. Because they lived here in Oklahoma, they’ve always been a close and important part of my life. Read More...
