Thank You Mrs. Davis

I am one of you, no better no worse, neither above you nor beneath you. I am a patriot who still believes in God and Country, just as many of you do, I know this, my words yesterday were harsh,for those I offended I ask your forgiveness.

I received many heartfelt well wishes yesterday, and I am grateful to you.

This internet thing can be a very impersonal virtual thing if we let it, but it doesn't have to be. I believe in the Power of Prayer, and when someone tells me they have or are praying for me, I take it to heart.

I was reminiscing with my sister a few months ago about paternal family years gone by and I remarked, that I shouldn't have survived, that I could count at least a dozen occasions before I reached 18, that should have been fatal to me but weren't, yet I somehow went unscathed.

My sister said she had often attributed not just my good fortune, but all of our family protection because of our 3 Great Aunts who lived in France.

Let me tell you about just two instances, before I tell you of my Great Aunts.

The day I was born, was my first near death escape, I was given only a 50/50 chance of living. My father related the next incident to me later in life, I never knew about it, being only an infant at the time. It seems when I was only a few months old, my father was holding me in his arms, sitting in a chair, he told me a lightening bolt hit the corner of our house during a thunderstorm, the bolt shot threw the room, circled the chair he and I were in, then exited our home without touching any of us.

My grandmother was from Paris,France one of 4 very beautiful sisters.
My Great Grandfather a professional photographer documented their beauty. Grandmother Odette, while in her early 20's married of course, but her 3 sisters all still in their 20's became nuns for life, entering a convent in Bordeaux. Odette died young, she passed away in Kansas during the Great Depression, but her sisters all lived deep into their 80's.

Nuns pray a lot. Morning, noon and night. I visited for the first time with Marie-Claire and Lorette face to face in 1979. Margarette had passed on by then. They told me of a time in 1943 when several of the sisters from their convent were executed for hiding Jews. The Nuns and the Jews they hid were locked in a barn, and then the barn was set on fire. One night in 1945 my father lay alone in a boat about 200 miles north of Bordeaux, under intense machine gun and artillery shell fire, with multiple severe wounds, including one leg blow off, when he felt, what he described as a presence,a visible cloud like mist, descend upon him and protect him. Nuns pray a lot. Morning, noon and night.

I have to agree with my sister, perhaps it was in the back of my mind, but surely we were being prayed for many many times a day.

So Mrs. Davis, you keep on praying for me, keep on praying for all Patriots, and for America.


Steve