Message Received

Some time ago, I wrote In Honour of a Brother and a Mentor, as a way of expressing my gratitude for the impact that George Mercado has had on my life. In the closing paragraph, I had written:

"George, if you get a chance to read this, know that the respect, admiration, and gratitude that Wendy and I feel for you knows no bounds, and let me say to you, as you have said to me many times (just imagine a Bronx accent, okay?): 'Hey, I love you, man.'"

Since our visit to George in the summer of 2003, the Mercado's had moved, and we had no forwarding contact information for them, and none of our mutual friends had that information, either.

During Jules & Chris' visit last weekend, I was pleasantly surprised to get an email from George's daughter, who had Google'd her dad's name one day, and found my post about George. She wrote to tell me, in part:

"I printed out the article that you wrote, and brought it home to read to Dad at lunch. He was very touched."

I love how God ties up loose threads, don't you?