Tuesday, December 5, 2006
Everybody needs a Ranger Buddy (or a wingman). Even if you've never been in the Army, it's the concept that matters. Let me tell you about mine. Gary. He didn't become my Ranger Buddy until I got out of the Army, he was still in. We did so much together. We had each others back so to speak. And we created a bit of mischief...nothing too bad! He stayed at my house, and he at mine as the years went on. We hung out in the mountains and my life rested in his hands as I leaned backward off a cliff - a show of faith I guess...and an amazing rush! We climbed bridges together, prayed together, worshiped together...and have gone our seperate ways these days. But he's still my Ranger Buddy. I still trust him with my life, and my wife - I'm not sure which I find a greater tribute! I wrote to Gary today...and his Mom. Ranger Buddies moms are cool. Gary's mom is cool!