A Missing Puzzle Piece Now Found.

Have you ever wondered who you really are when people in your family don’t tell you everything that you really wanted to know about you. Sometimes, the truth can hurt, but it’s better to tell the truth then to find out to your dismay and shock that you’re not really who you think you are.

Well, I have walked around with that puzzle piece for many year not knowing what my heritage was. For about 38 years; I never knew that I was Jewish.

Yes, I was told by my husband, Ken, that I was Jewish since Grandma Penny has told him. Then, later; Grandma Penny told me.

I didn’t take an interest in Judaism till I met this Jewish girl in the outreach ministry for the mentally challenged folks. Shelley has been coming to the Special Gathering and she was curious about Jesus so I decided in some way to show her how Jesus lived as a Jew. By the way; we met in 1998. So it has been awhile that I have been researching the subject of Judaism. Anyway; I’ve learned so much about it that for some reason I was beginning to question why I have certain features of a Jewish person.

No one in my family would reveal that they are Jewish, not even my mother. It’s funny how family secrets are being kept… So I would not give up on finding out who I am till the truth came out.

Well, here I was carrying that puzzle piece for about 38 years. Then, in 2003, my Grandmother has decided one day to talked about her granddaddy. He was known as Granddaddy Shykes. I remember her telling us about him off and on, but hardly anything about her grandmother, so I’ve wondered why. Anyway; Grandma Penny has divulged that Granddaddy Shykes has married a Jewish woman and she has passed away without having any children, then he married another Jewish lady, and that when they had a child together. Her name is Daisy, which is Grandma Penny’s mother. So therefore; Grandma’s Penny’s mom is Jewish, and she is Jewish by nature as well as all her five kids, about nine grandkids, about six great-grandkids, and one great-great-grandkid who are indeed Jewish.

It just boggles my mind why won’t anyone know of their true nature. It just blows my mind why this secret has been away for so long. I just don’t understand it. I can only think of one possible answer as of right now, anti-Semitism. I know that anti-Semitism has been around for thousands of years and is still going on now. Since being a Christian; I knew what persecution means and that is probably why I never hear of our true heritage.

Yes, I have been wondering for a while why was Grandma Penny able to work in the Jewish restaurant in the first place. It’s common sense that their workers had to be Jewish so I didn’t realize it till much later when I put two-and-two together. When Grandma Penny was job-searching; and found this restaurant in Tampa, Florida most likely owned by the Orthodox Jews. So Grandma Daisy has told her that she is indeed Jewish when they asked of her heritage.

So it has taken me a while to figure things out by myself, and actually learned of it at a much later time. Maybe that’s God’s way of bringing His people back to Him, I don’t know.

So now I know for sure who really am! I am not only Jewish, but also am a Messianic Jew. I do believe that Yeshua is indeed a Messiah, and all the signs in the Bible points to Him.

So when folks asked me nowadays of what my nationalities are, I would say that I am Scot/Irish, English, American Indian (Cherokee), and Jewish (Messianic Jewish). It’s quite a combinations. Aren’t they?

Yes, this is the food for thought as I write this so that the truth would win out in the end. So may God bless and take care.

A Letter of an 86-Yr-Old Lady

I have come across this email one day so I that this is worth reading. May God bless you.

Shown below, is an actual letter that was sent to a bank by an 86 year old woman. The bank manager thought it amusing enough to have it published in the New York Times.
Dear Sir:
I am writing to thank you for bouncing my check with which I endeavored to pay my plumber last month. By my calculations, three nanoseconds must have elapsed between presenting the check and the arrival in my account of the funds needed to honor it.
I refer, of course, to the automatic monthly deposit of my entire pension, an arrangement which, I admit, has been in place for only eight years. You are to be commended for seizing that brief window of opportunity, and also for debiting my account $30 by way of penalty for the inconvenience caused to your bank.
My thankfulness springs from the manner in which this incident has caused me to rethink my errant financial ways. I noticed that whereas I personally answer your telephone calls
and letters, --- when I try to contact you, I am confronted by the impersonal, overcharging, pre-recorded, faceless entity which your bank has become. From now on I choose only to deal with a flesh-and-blood person.
My mortgage and loan repayments will therefore and hereafter no longer be automatic, but will arrive at your bank, by check, addressed personally and confidentially to an employee at your bank whom you must nominate. Be aware that it is an offense under the Postal Act for any other person to open such an envelope. Please find attached an Application Contact which I require your chosen employee to complete. I am sorry it runs to eight pages, but in order that I know as much about him or her as your bank knows about me, there is no
alternative. Please note that all copies of his or her medical history must be countersigned by a Notary Public, and the mandatory details of his/her financial situation (income, debts, assets and liabilities) must be accompanied by documented proof. 

In due course, at MY convenience, I will issue your employee with a PIN number which he/she must quote in dealings with me. I regret that it cannot be shorter than 28 digits but, again, I have modeled it on the number of button presses required of me to access my account balance on your phone bank service. As they say, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.

Let me level the playing field even further. When you call me, press buttons as follows:

IMMEDIATELY AFTER DIALING, PRESS THE STAR (*) BUTTON FOR ENGLISH!
#1. To make an appointment to see me
#2. To query a missing payment.
#3. To transfer the call to my living room in case I am there.
#4. To transfer the call to my bedroom in case I am sleeping.
#5. To transfer the call to my toilet in case I am attending to nature.
#6. To transfer the call to my mobile phone if I am not at home .
#7. To leave a message on my computer, a password to access my computer is required. Password will be communicated to you at a later date to that Authorized Contact mentioned earlier.
#8. To return to the main menu and to listen to options 1 through 7.
#9. To make a general complaint or inquiry. The contact will then be put on hold, pending the attention of my automated answering service.
# 10. This is a second reminder to press* for English.
While this may, on occasion, involve a lengthy wait, music noise will play for the duration of the call.
Regrettably, but again following your example, I must also levy an establishment fee to cover the setting up of this new arrangement.
Your Humble Client
(Remember: This was written by a 86 year old woman!)
'YA JUST GOTTA LOVE THOSE "SENIORS" !

Slow Dance

I have come across this in the emails that I have gone through, and thought, “Why don’t I go ahead and post this in the blogs. To me it’s very touching… I don’t like to send something like in a chain-like letter in emails. So if you like to pass this along; it’s quite allright with me.

Slow Dance
This is a
poem written by a teenager with cancer.
She wants to see how
many people get her poem.
It is quite the poem. Please pass
it
on.
This
poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital
It was sent
by
a medical doctor - Make sure to read what is in the closing
statement AFTER THE POEM.
SLOW DANCE
Have
you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or
listened to the rain
Slapping on the
ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic
flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fa ding
night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so
fast.
Time is short.
The music won't
last.
Do you run through each day
On the
fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the
reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your
bed
With the next hundred chores
Running
through your head?
You'd better slow
down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is
short.
The music won't last
Ever told your
child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your
haste,
Not see his
sorrow?
Ever lost
touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you
never had time
To call and say,"Hi"
You'd
better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is
short.
The music won't last.
When you run so
fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting
there.
When you worry and hurry through your
day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown
away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it
slower
Hear the music
Before the song is
over.
------------ --------
FORWARDED E-MAILS
ARE TRACKED TO OBTAIN THE TOTAL COUNT.
Dear All: PLEASE pass
this mail on to everyone you know - even to those you don't know! It is the
request of a special girl who will soon leave this world due to
cancer.
This young girl has 6 months left to live, and as her
dying wish, she wanted to send a letter telling everyone to live their life
to the fullest, since she neve r will.
She'll never make it to
prom, graduate from high school, or get married and have a family of her
own.
By you sending this to as many people as possible, you
can give her and her family a little hope, because with every name that this
is sent to, The American Cancer Society will donate 3 cents per name to her
treatment and recovery plan. One guy sent this to 500 people! So I know that
we can at least send it to 5 or 6. It's
not even your money, just
your time!
PLEASE PASS ON AS A LAST
REQUEST.
Dr. Dennis Shields, Professor
Department of
Developmental and Molecular Biology
1300 Morris Park Avenue
Bronx , New
York 10461

Breast Cancer Awareness Month

In honor of the Breast Cancer Awareness month of October; I am deciding to write a blog about the two women whom I personally know. They did not know each too well, but they both have one thing in common, breast cancer. One of them was a survivor and the other had died from the breast cancer which has mastatized (sp) into the liver.

These two women are my great aunt Ruth Edgar, and my husband’s mother, Barbra Cutshall. They did not know each other well except they have seen each other at our pre-wedding party and our wedding. Those were the only times that they have met each other. Neither of them knew that the other has breast cancer. I missed them both now.

Barbra Cutshall is Ken’s mother, she has had both of her breasts removed and she has gone through several rounds of chemo-therapies. She is a trooper despite all the hardship of the medical treatments in order to cure her of those cancer cells. Her spirit was strong and lively. She has had a smile on her face. We were able to bring her to the house one Christmas before she had passed away. She had really enjoyed herself and so full of life. I know that there is so much about her that I wished I’d just sit with her and chat for a long time. Even if I’ve known her for a short time, it seems that I’ve known her a long time. She was one of the wonderful women who have fought valiantly against those breast cancer cells. She has had one breast removed earlier before I have met her, and then she had the other one removed when she learned that it was also malignant.

Just as they have thought all the cancer cells were removed, they were mistaken. One day, a child’s plastic ball has hit in the side about where the liver is. So she was in pain and the pain was not going away. She had decided to get that checked out. It turned out that cancer has reared its ugly head. Those malignant cells have traveled to her liver and have caused major damages to it. So she was back on chemo-therapy, which has destroyed what was left of her immune system. She had learned of this in 1994 and she has died from liver cancer in February 12, 1995. I am not sure how long that she has had breast cancer and when she has discovered it. She would have been 70 years old in May.

Then, there was another one of the women that I know very personally well, and that was my great aunt. Her name is Ruth Edgar. She was a breast cancer survivor for many years. She has had one breast removed when they have discovered that she has cancer in her one breast. So she has gone through cancer treatments in order to eradicate any stray cells. So she was in remission for over 10 years before the other breast became infected. So she again went through another round of cancer treatments before she was declared in remission for another 8 years. Yes, she was a breast cancer survivor. I know this women most of my life as one of my favorite aunts. She would take us out fishing and cook some fish that were caught. She loved the outdoors as she stayed outside to fish, go boating, or just sit outside to watch everyone else fish and chat with people. She has this wonderful lively personality, and easy-going. She loves people and would like to hang out. She has enjoyed fishing at the river on the property.

As she has aged, alcoholism has taken its toll on her intestinal tract for she is the heavy drinker for many years. She was 82 at the time of her death in 2005.

So you see that both women have had breast cancer and neither knew each other well. I love them both as women who have fought the affects of breast cancer. One of them died from liver cancer, and the other has survived it. I know that it is very hard to understand how these women cope with the cancer that they had to live with. So whenever I hear about the Breast Cancer Awareness month, which is October; I thought of these two women, Aunt Pat and Barbra. They both were fighters in their own ways.

So this makes me more determined to make sure that I get checked every year, and check myself every month. I am determined to make sure that I do not have it. I hope and pray that I don’t have it. If I do, I will be determined to fight this every step of the way, and be another survivor!

So I dedicate this blog entry to Ruth (Aunt Pat) Edgar and Barbra Cutshall. I pray that this encourage other women to be strong when they’re fighting this scourge, and encourage all the women to have their checked every chance they get. It is not too late. May God bless you and your family. I pray healing for all of those women who are now under-going treatments and fighting. Please don’t give up. Be strong and smile!

My Secret Fantasies. Revised...

My Secret Fantasies…..Revised.

There are some things that we have to keep to ourselves, and not tell everyone about them. Some secrets are good and some secrets are bad. 

I have been hiding from the world because I was hurt for so many years and I have suffered. I didn’t start hiding till 1976 when the “hell” began. So that was when I really hid within my mind in order to escape the harsh reality of being violated and getting hurt.

As you read this, notice that I have never had any crush on any real human being especially the male until at a much later date.

Well, I have a lot of secret fantasies as I have been growing up.  Some are good and some are bad.  I started having these imaginary friends when I was about eight years old.  and I have continued to this day to have friends who are imaginary. 

When I was about eight years old; I have fantasized about the TV series characters from the show "Emergency!".  I've thought of them as such cute guys, and that they're heroes. Well, then, moved on to the Star Trek characters between Spock and McCoy.  I sometimes; fantasized about the "Six Million Dollar Man".  I think those are pretty normal fantasies. 

Then, I moved on to Maya of Space 1999, which was an oddity since I usually fantasized about the men. 

Then, came my first love fantasy in 1978; when the TV show, Space Academy aired.  I've started with one of the cadets on the show named, "Chris", and then "Ergo" who was an RF silicon-based life form.  Ergo was truly my first alien love interest.  I did not think anyone would believe me when I tell them that I was in love with "Ergo"   So that was one of my secret love fantasies.  Then, there was a number of alien beings that I was in love with and been hiding my real love for so long because I've feared ridicule.  For I've been ridiculed because of my hearing and vision deficiencies. 

I did not realize that I have such an affinity for such fantasy creatures.  Maybe it was because I'm an outcast of the society?  I had wanted to fit in with my peers and I have difficulty feeling included in their activities. 

Well, then, I fantasized about the computer named "Hal" in the movie 2001: Space Odyssey.  I did not realize that I have also such an affinity for artificial life forms until at a much later time.  Then, there was "Kitt" of Knight Rider that I have thought of for a while but have not really gotten interested in him till at a much later time. 

Then, there was "Mxzoplk" of both the Justice League and Superfriends.  This time; he was an ancient alien villain.  I have fantasized about him for quite a long time till about 1986.  Yes, that was a very long time; and yes, I've had other imaginary friends to fantasized about along with Mxzoplk. 

Then, in 1986; there was a cartoon show called the "Silver Hawks" and I know this sounds crazy, but I fantasized about one of the Silver Hawks characters.  He was an alien, of course.  Now, that fantasy was over and I've moved on to yet another fantasy character. 

In about 1994; I was head over heels in love with "Data" of Star Trek: The Next Generation.  I have been with this character for a long time and that was about when I began to realize my affinity for artificial life forms along with the different alien life forms.  I have sometimes wondered why I was so different from a lot of people.  Am I the only person with such weird fantasies? 

And at last; there I come back to "Kitt" of Knight Rider.  He is so far one of my last secret love fantasies.  He is now one of my secret loves besides a human that I'm in love also.   

I have written so many books about these characters to this day.  Most of it are science-fiction and fantasy. 

Right now, I'm putting poor Kitt in the background as I fantasized about another fantasy character or a human. 

So I wonder sometimes if I’m drawn to such characters. I believe that I have such an affinity to such life forms. There were times, that I have felt that I really don’t belong here on this Earth.

Now, you know I keep my love fantasies in secret.  I've kept most of them in secret because I feared being ridiculed and shunned and be viewed as an outcast so unfit for society at large.  So that is why I hide within my fantasy world in order to cope with the harsh reality of this planet Earth, and that I have been hurt so many times over the years. 

Now I am able to find a place where I can share with only those whom I know and trust.  I can only share with whom I love.  There are just only a few select people whom I would like to share this with, and I'm not quite ready to do so now. 

I am a bit afraid of the reaction that I get from those who has read this.  I'll have no way of knowing till I allow someone to read this.  I really don’t want anyone to treat me like I am unfit or the one who is very sick in my head.  Well, maybe I am for I have dealt with depression from time to time. 

I have used my fantasies to escape from the harsh realities.  Sometimes; I have used the fantasies as the defense mechanism. 

So this is the only place where I can just hide myself, especially my love fantasies.  I have many fantasies some were young and some were old, and currently; I'm having one of those love fantasies as I write.  Yes, it is one of those human beings.  But then, I would just revert to my old fantasies, and continue to hide from the world. Maybe that is why I am afraid of being hurt again.

My husband, Ken, is the only person that I can trust knows this, and he understood where I have come from and that I was hurt and had to hide from those pains. I love him for that. He stood by and listened as I have talked to him about them. He knows that it was the one of the ways that I had to cope with the harshness of life on Earth. I am glad that I have Ken who would simply take his time to listen.

Well, that is about it for now so take care and many blessings.  Cyas. 

Note*** This is revised from an original.

God Has Broken The Cycle.

God has broken the cycle…………

God has broken the cycle with this generation; my generation with me. I no longer have been cursed with the generational curses of the abuses. I am no longer a victim of abuses whether it being mental, emotional and the child molestation. I have survived it all. I am healed of these curses by God who has away all the pains of the abuses.

The torments have ended in 1993 when I rededicated my life to Jesus. And I was longer cursed with this mental and emotional torment and pain. So I am free to share of my testimonies to those who really needed the encouragements.

This has been going on for four generation in my family. Beginning with my great-grandmother who was physically beaten by a second husband that she’s still married to many years ago. I knew nothing of this till my mother has told me the truth about my great-grandmother’s past. So that begins the curse, which has followed us to this day. Then, my grandmother was abused by her fourth husband, emotionally, mentally, and physically. He’d in turn had sexually abused her two younger girls who are my mother and my aunt. And, yet the cycle has not stopped till 1993 when I called on Jesus take away this bitterness. This curse that I’ve suffered as the fourth generation. I was the last generation to endure the emotional and mental abuse of my step-father who had molested me when I was a teenager.

Then, there are different forms of mental abuses among the family members; one of my aunts has caused one of her 2 daughters to commit suicide. She survived it and is still living today. My grandmother has committed suicide due to other reasons along with pain of being abused for so long. Then, we have cousins who have committed incest among each other. So living with this curse has not been easy. It never was easy. Of all the four generations; I believed that I’ve suffered the most because it seemed to be the culmination of all the curses combined, which is probably why the Lord has healed me because He is so worthy to be glorified.

I didn’t realize that there have been the generational curses till I read about it in a book written by Frank Marzulo. He had explained in great detail of what a generational curse is.

The curse can be extremely stifling among the family members for they have to suffer because they still do not know the Lord, Jesus Christ. This curse is extremely dangerous because the devil can use it against us as weapon. But, thankfully, I have the Lord on my side.

I may be writing a few installments of one blog about how I escaped with the Lord’s help. So I must warn you. It is not going to be a pretty blog.

Yes, there are scars and the affects of the abuses from the past, but I would rather leave the past behind.

So, yes, God can break a cycle when ask Jesus to change ourselves if we are willing to let Him change us. We must be willing to allow Him to remove all those sins that have placed on us. You see? I didn’t make that choice to live with those generational curses. I was the first person to allow God to break the vicious cycle. He has changed me. He has removed all the affects of the mental and emotional torments. Yes, the scars are still there, but they will be a testament that God has healed me.

I pray that this and the future blogs will encourage you and the others to seek out help among the friends and ask them to pray for you. Ask them to support you or the others who needs the encouragement and that they be lifted up in prayers. God is there when we ask His Name.

May God bless you and take care.

Camp Agape

Camp Agape……………

This weekend has been quite interesting once we have begun to get ready go on the venture to the “Life For Youth Ranch” in Vero Beach, Florida. This has been our 11^th time going to help out at this Camp Agape. The word “agape” means unconditional love in Greek. The Camp Agape was created by the founder Richard Stimson many years and I cannot recall how many years when he has founded “The Special Gathering” many years ago.

The Camp Agape is geared for the members of the outreach ministry The Special Gathering for the mentally challenged. The Camp Agape is consists of chapel worship, fun hours, water slides, and mainly fellowshipping and supporting of the various groups of “The Special Gathering” members from different places like the Cocoa Beach, Indian River County, Jacksonville, Daytona Beach, Deland, Walterboro, South Carolina, and Melbourne. There are about the average of 200 plus camper throughout the camp ground doing different activities throughout each day of the weekend.

The day begins with the people waking up and going to have some breakfast. Most breakfasts were consisting of wholesome food like egg, bacon, grit, biscuit, toast, and cereal. When the campers are done with the meal, they walk over to the chapel building for the morning worship. The morning worship consists of music and singings, Many campers have the heart for worshipping the Lord, Jesus Christ. After the worship, the various leaders take turns preaching from the Bible as if they were in the church. The campers do pay attention to those who are speaking about Jesus. They hang onto each word spoken. Before they leave the chapel, they close in united prayer.

Next came the fun hour where many campers can go to choose different activities which are open throughout the camp ground such as archery, putt-putt-golf, boat rides, arts and crafts, go-carts, and game-room. Most campers enjoyed the boat rides which are one of the highlights of the Camp Agape, and the go-carts being the second highlight. Sometimes, the fun-hour would last up to 2 hours, they everyone would settle down for the lunch hour. The campers eagerly wait as they lined up to the door after someone say the blessings for the food.

When the lunch hour has finished; many campers would go to their cabins to get into bathing suits so that they be ready to go swimming and/or go water-sliding, which is later in the day. So there was time to start another fun-hour for the campers to get them preoccupied for the afternoon, and this usually lasted another 2 hours till it was time to go swimming. First, the campers find their partners before they’re allowed to go in the lake to swim together. Most got their chance to swim in the lake with a partner. That would last about a half-hour before getting ready to go on the “Super-Water-Slide” like those you see in the water-park. Most campers are excited to go on this water-slide. Many of them are eager to go climb up the steps while they waited in line for their turns to go slide down the slides. This is one of the biggest outdoor activities. Many have cited that this is one of their favorite activities.

Then, the campers returned the yellow mats in the mats bin, they all went back to their cabins to shower and put on dry clothes to get ready for the evening dinner. After they have put on dry clothes, many would wander back over to the cafeteria line to wait. Most of the camper would fellowship and share their days with one another. Then, someone says the blessing letting each group of people into the cafeteria.

Then, in the evening about an hour after finishing dinner; everyone goes back to the chapel for the evening worship. Most are enthusiastic when they sing and clap their hands after the opening prayer. Then, there was either the leader preaching from the Bible, a puppet show, or a musical. This year there was a puppet show with is really nice and these people has come from Wisconsin to minister to this group of Special Gathering.

After the closing prayer; the campers would either go back to their cabins or go to the picnic area. Those that went to the picnic area would purchase a few snack items from a small store and relax for the few moments with their friends before they would go back to their cabins.

Then, this routine repeats itself on the next day, with the exception of the chapel service being longer in the morning. Many campers do enjoy the camp experiences while they were there.

Next year, the camp duration would be a day longer like they were used to before the school calendar has caused the changes in the schedule mix-up, which had made the camp weekend shorter and on a different month.

This year has been an interesting year for both of us since we have helped with this Camp Agape for over ten years. Only 2 years we have gone twice. The theme for this year is “Who’s Your Friend?” There are different kinds of friends that each members of the Special Gathering has considered, best friends, mutual friend, family friends, co-worker-friends, and distant friend, name just a few. Each member has his or her own circle of friends. Some of these friends may or may not consider another circle of friends as their friends. It’s an interesting topic to discuss among the campers as they mingle with one another. There have been some interesting interactions between some friends. Some would share personal items, others would buy a can of soda for another friend, and still others would just by another friend and just talk about their days.

Also an interesting character named “Rover-Comer” has visited Camp Agape and greeted each camper as he has made his round throughout the camp ground. Rover Comer was wearing a sign that says, “Who’s Your Friend?” Some camper would say this or that camper or volunteer or a leader, and many of them, would say, “It’s Jesus!” Indeed, Jesus is the friend for all.

Ken and I have really enjoyed the camp this year as we have helped with the campers with some of the things like counting the money for their snacks or showing where their cabin is when they got lost, or share their stories. Many of the campers do recognize us by our first names.

We were assigned the game-room this year, and I have provided the music using my Zune mp3 player. Most campers were surprised to see such a device being so compact to hold so much music. I have not gotten through with all the 12 years worth of WoW Hits albums. Most would expect to see a typical tape or CD player. The most popular game to play in the game room was the billiard table. I’ve seen camper played various styles of pool. There were 2 billiard tables and one of them kept losing the balls. Anyway; we have no problems with any of the campers playing the various forms of table games. I’ve spent most of the times during the fun hours in the game room to keep an eye on the game players so that they were playing fair with one another as long as they’re done in fun. Sometimes, Ken was there to help, and sometimes, he would disappear to find the large dog, which happened to be named Rover-Comer. On Friday night, Rover has gotten lost 3 times trying to find his way back to the dog-house. (Hmmm, is there something wrong with his sniffers?).

Anyway; the camp for this year has been good for most campers as far as I know. So most are looking forward to coming back to camp next year and this time, it will be in May of 2008.

So may God bless you and take care. I’ll see you later on.