Haven’t reviewed a book in a while. So a miracle has happened and I have indeed finished a book and feel good enough about it to actually write something concerning it. Most of the time, when I finish reading a book I usually don’t have a strong compulsion to want to tell people to go out and read it right away. This however is not the case with “Wrestling With An Angel”. This book by author Greg Lucas has become one of the touchstone books of my life. I don’t think I am saying that too lightly. Greg Lucas operates a blog that I was pointed to by Jason Chang (hat tip engage). Gauging from how I responded to reading some entries in his blog, I clearly recall telling Susan right before I started reading, “Susan, I think this book is going to ruin me.” Wrestling With an Angel is a collection of short essays that Lucas has written, recounting experiences he and his family have with his mentally handicapped son. In humorous, heart wrenching, and pride crushing honesty, Lucas recounts...
Really you have to stop and think about it sometimes. A lot really can happen in just the short span of a few years. Four years since last I wrote I have... Gotten married to my awesome and beautiful wife (2011) Become a homeowner (2013) Become a dog owner (2013) Become a pseudo-guardian/mentor for a teen who is now enrolled in community college (2013) Had a beautiful baby girl (2015) Replaced a toilet (I still am proud that I did it myself) (2014) Decided to try to go back to school (class started yesterday!) (2015) Agonized over my mom breaking her hip (2013) Placed my autistic younger brother into the care of a group home (2013) Cars are driving themselves, Mars has water, oh and a new Star Wars is coming out this year. What in the world?! In all the ups and downs, God has been faithful and good. Hear, hear.
Strange events happen to me sometimes, and I recently had an urge to put some of them to digital paper. It was late at night a few months ago. I don't remember what I was doing that night, but I was returning home at around 11pm. Driving down the street that leads to my apartment complex I saw a strange sight. I made out the shape of an older woman in her nightgown - she was standing on the inside of the gate facing out and had both of her hands on it. I opened the gate using my clicker and the woman stumbled forward into the middle of the street. As she approached closer I could tell that something was wrong. I lowered my window and asked her if she was OK. She came up to my window, grabbed me, and told me, "I am not feeling good." She was definitely very drunk. I parked my car and proceeded to talk to her for a bit; Stanton is not a safe place for anyone to be wandering around at night, especially drunk. I introduced myself to her and she told me her name. I'll refe...
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(The unshaven-for-3 weeks Jason says, "Do it! Do it!")