Here's a picture (taken in 1982 or 1983) of my dad and one of my "adopted" big brothers, Ken. Ken (who passed away in October of 1992) and I met early in 1972 when I was in college. The dean of women thought that I was an ant farm short of a picnic, so it was suggested to me by a friend that I consult one of his instructors in the behavior sciences department, who also happened to be a counseling psychologist (Dr. Kenneth Merck). This just goes to show how God will use life's challenges (in this case, dealing with conflict caused by certain people judging me instead of taking the time to understand me) to bring about blessings (a beautiful friendship!)!
In the years since early 1972 until his passing almost 21 years later, Ken and I have both been there for each other in the high, low, and in-between moments of our lives, and I feel so blessed to have known him and look forward to our reunion one of these days.
