Proof The Bible Is True

Dad was every inch the soldier and proud of it. “He was a big, clumsy boy when he went into the Army,” my mother once told me. “When he came out he was a confident, good-looking man.” Even after he left the service Dad still talked about how he liked marching in military parades.

 

“There’s just something about the strong and steady rhythm that makes me feel good,” he always said.

 

When Dad got cancer, the memory of his military marches lifted his spirits. But in the end stage of Dad’s disease, I wished some miracle could make him feel good again. The whole family kept vigil by his bedside.

 

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