The McCarty Metro - My Final Thought

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Most people have good days and bad days. Some people have good weeks and bad weeks. Well, I usually judge my months, and... well, lets put it this way... I'm glad September is over.

I ran into some health issues for the majority of the month with my MS, but am starting to do a bit better now. Doctors, medicine, shots... It's not fun folks. Just when I thought the month had nothing else to give, I received a phone call from my son Brad. He was very distraught, and through his tears, he told me that one of his best friends Alek had died. An 18 year old boy, who was a nice kid, did something stupid and paid the ultimate price. Brad came in for the funeral. He spent most of the weekend trying to come to terms with it. It is tough to rationalize why this would happen. Just weeks ago, you were playing pool, and hanging out with him, and now he is laying in a casket with a devastated mother and father, and lots of friends crying. At the funeral home, there were pictures galore with Alek smiling in every one. There was one with him and Brad just laughing up a storm. Senseless, right?? Hopefully not. Alek was very well liked, and to show all the young people of Fraser, that by one indiscretion, how you can turn the world upside down and put a hole in peoples hearts. Hopefully Alek has left an everlasting impression on Brad and every young person who thinks they are indestructible or only doing things to themselves. Everyone gets hurt.

I would ask that everyone say a prayer for Alek Haas and his family.

"If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again."

As October comes and goes, I'm sure once again, I will rate it as a good month or a bad month for me. I hope it brings all of my readers nothing but good things. I would like to leave you with this story I came across this though on the internet. I think it is pretty profound...

A young lady named Sally, relates an experience she had in a seminary class, given by her teacher, Dr. Smith. She says that Dr. Smith was known for his elaborate object lessons.

One particular day, Sally walked into the seminary and knew they were in for a fun day.

On the wall was a big target and on a nearby table were many darts. Dr. Smith told the students to draw a picture of someone that they disliked or someone who had made them angry, and he would allow them to throw darts at the person's picture.

Sally's friend drew a picture of who had stolen her boyfriend. Another friend drew a picture of his little brother. Sally drew a picture of a former friend, putting a great deal of detail into her drawing, even drawing pimples on the face. Sally was pleased with the overall effect she had achieved.

The class lined up and began throwing darts. Some of the students threw their darts with such force that their targets were ripping apart. Sally looked forward to her turn, and was filled with disappointment when Dr. Smith, because of time limits, asked the students to return to their seats. As Sally sat thinking about how angry she was because she didn't have a chance to throw any darts at her target. Dr. Smith began removing the target from the wall.

Underneath the target was a picture of Jesus. A hush fell over the room as each student viewed the mangled picture of Jesus; holes and jagged marks covered His face and His eyes were pierced.

Dr. Smith said only these words... "In as much as ye have done it unto the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto Me."
Matthew 25:40.

No other words were necessary; the tears filled eyes of the students focused only on the picture of Christ.