The day I found out that the military was medically discharging me I stopped cutting my hair. Some months down the road I would meet a young lady with cancer who complimented me on my hair in Walmart. She would have dark circles around her eyes, wearing a bandana, and you could look at her and tell that she had cancer. I was speechless and didn't know what to say. I only told her how beautiful she was no matter what circumstances she has in her life. I will tell of this interaction to people that I met when they would ask me about my hair. My oldest daughter would tell me about Saint baldrick's. So I decided to give it a good two or three years growth let it be long and beautiful and then whack it all off. The young lady I spoke of is not with us anymore.

I don't know the cure for cancer. I'm not even close to smart enough even try to figure it out. But I know there are teams of individuals who dedicate their life to looking for this cure. So I will do what I can to help them be funded to make these advancements. So I ask a something of everyone who reads this that I very rarely ask ever in my life. That is, will you help me? It can happen to any of our children our nephews and nieces are friends children. And only God knows how many technological advances, cures for diseases, great presidents, senators, amd great minds that we've been robbed of by cancer. Every little bit counts. Thank you.