He didn't say a word. He smiled at me with that familiar twinkle in his eye that spoke volumes. He winked, and I knew everything was okay. I realized then that Dad's love for me - for all of us - was unconditional. There were no strings attached; he loved us no matter what we did.
There was a day and age, even within my own lifetime, when humility was viewed as a key component of greatness. I am of the opinion that arrogance has supplanted humility in that formula, the outcome of which destines us to the rule of mediocre men.
Every one of the multiple research threads that I strung up on my imaginary crime solving pin chart eventually found their way to the same blunt conclusion, the singularity for which I was searching, i.e. - I should be dead, but I was alive.
On May 30, 2015, I died. I was running a 5K race in Clever, MO when I literally dropped dead from a heart attack.
Unassailable Gospel 