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Connecting the Dots
“. . . we are a composite of our ‘touches’ . . .”
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FOREWORD
A bout three months ago, I was approached by Pastor Langston to write the “Foreword”
for his latest book, Connecting the Dots.
Although I had never done this, when God presents you an opportunity to do something new,
He has a reason for it.
Pastor Langston and I have been friends on Facebook for a while, but I knew little about him.
I knew he loved Jesus, works as a missionary, is well traveled, and has his own ministry, but
not much more after that.
So when I read his request on Messenger, admittedly I was a little skeptical.
He said, “I’m writing another book.
Now this may sound amazing, but I’ve been asking the Lord for someone to write the books
Foreword.
A few nights ago, I saw your name in a dream.
So when I awoke, I felt you were the one I should ask to write the Foreword”.
After hearing this incredible story, I agreed to first read the book and then make my decision.
A couple of days ago, he finally sent me the book.
During the last few months, I’ve had an experience in life that has left me questioning God’s
intentions with my life.
At times, it has felt as if God was playing a practical joke on me.
I kept holding on, regardless of how distant God has felt from me, because I know that there
is a reason for everything in life; that God has a plan; and that ultimately, everything is going to
turn out in my best interest according to God’s will.
But, I am human, and I have felt as if God was sitting back and avoiding my questions.
Then I read the first chapter of the book, “86,400 Seconds”.
It’s as if God was saying, “I know what you are thinking. I know what is in your heart.
I understand why you are questioning Me, so, let Me clarify ... oh, and by the way, I love you.
Just sit back, relax and wait”.
PREFACE
“We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union,
establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence,
promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our
Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America”
When Gouverneur Morris, a founding father of our nation penned the preamble, little could he
envision that in the next 243 years, some one million Americans would give their lives in defence
of this nation.
When you consider the gravity of those words, it leaves you breathless.
For several years I had toyed with the idea of capturing my ‘life’s’ story [autobiography] in
printed form.
Initially I wanted a record that my kids, grandkids and great-grandkids could have for
generations to come.
Yet, at the time it never seemed like something that was worthwhile.
However, as you grow older, you become more and more sensitive to your finiteness in
proportion to time.
Although word of mouth is still an effective means of communication, it has limitations.
If there were no historical records of our nation’s struggles for future generations, how could
they rightly define our heritage as a people?
This absence could in essence reshape our nation.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Had I known in my 30s, 40s, 50s or even the beginning of my 60s what I know today, my life
would be 180 degrees different.
I know that sounds impossible, but think about it.
Wouldn’t you jump at the chance to go back in time and do a little ‘tweaking’ on your life?
That’s another reason I tried to keep my life as real as I could for you the reader.
I did not want this book to simply reflect me, but I also wanted you to see fragments of
yourself in the pages.
Anytime we do a historical examination of our life, three questions should come to mind:
—Is my life better or worse because of what I did?
PROLOGUE
“86,400 Seconds”
I n the 2006 20th Century FOX film, The Time Tunnel, a hot fusion storm is released along
a path that is 240 minutes in length.
As the storm progressed through time, it unexpectedly rewrote many of the pages of history.
To the world, this new version was now their history.
However, those in the core of the laboratory knew what the world was like before those 240
minutes.
Now they must fix those points in history that were punctually changed.
Time, just like the movie is free, but it is also priceless.
You can’t own it, but you can use it.
You can’t keep it, but you can spend it.
And once you’ve lost it, you can never get it back.
It can so subtly change events that one day you may awake to a world that you have no clue
as to how, why or even when it changed.
That’s the way I felt when I returned home from boot camp.
A world that had been my home for 17 years was now different.
However, I soon came to realize that it was me and not the world that had changed.
Boot camp may have contributed to this change, but a bigger part was genetics.
In other words it was bound to happen.
Anytime you pass from teenager to adulthood, change is inevitable.
A little change however is good.
In fact, sometimes it can push you to a better version of ‘yourself’.
When I stopped by my old high school, everything and everyone there was the way I
remembered, and maybe that was the problem—no change.
Teachers were interacting with students.
School bells were sounding the start and end of classes.
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“A Special Place in My Heart”
I n 1995, Reverend Clay Evans wrote and then recorded the song, “I’ve Got a Testimony”.
For some 24 years, it has been a blessing to countless souls around the world.
I knew the moment I heard it that it was destined for greatness.
“Be not thou therefore ashamed of the testimony of our Lord, nor of me his
prisoner: but be thou partaker of the afflictions of the gospel according to the power
of God” [2 Timothy 1:8].
—First apartment: 930 ‘N’ Avenue, Apartment #3 in National City. <It still stands today>.
—News of my dad’s hospitalization and subsequent death came in San Diego.
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“Déjà vu”
[already seen]
O n a cold Tuesday morning in March of 1988, I crossed the brow of the Fletcher for the
final time.
Strangely, I did not feel as conflicted as when I left the Dubuque.
I finally felt a sense of ‘closure’ to this sea duty assignment.
I served under two Captains, three executive officers, three department heads and far too
many communications officers to count—so, yeah, it was time for a change.
Although the assignment had its share of disappointments, it also brought unexpected
rewards.
One of those was working with ‘plank owners’.
“Plank owners”?
They are those who were crew members of the ship prior to its commissioning.
Although some labeled them as arrogant and self-serving, I found the opposite true.
It was a given that they knew more about the ship than your average crew member.
But what I found unique was their sixth sense when it came to shipboard communication
problems.
Their requisite knowledge kept our technical problems to a minimal, which in turn made my
job so much easier.
‘Sea Story’:
30+ years ago, ships were required to participate in “Small Pipe” exercises quarterly.
These exercises tested the ships ability to maintain communications in a High Frequency (HF)
environment in the event of complete satellite failure.
Once engaged, all satellite data channels were then suspended.
Now this is where the plank owner’s expertise helped us.
Since they knew which antennas, couplers, transmitters or receivers worked best in HF, this
often gave us an edge over our contemporaries.
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“People Change, Places Change
But Life Goes On”