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Russellvillians

Saturday, November 29, 2008


Is that a word? Russellvillians? Dad was once the pastor at Russellville CP Church in Russellville, Arkansas. I never lived there, but visited for the holidays a few times many years ago. My first trip was at least 10 years ago ... I flew into Little Rock to save money ... and Dad picked me up at the airport. On our way to Russellville, I giggled as I saw the exit for Todd Suck Ferry, Arkansas. No really!

To all our friends in Russellville and surrounding areas. Thanks for all of your love, support and prayers for Dad and Mom over the past few months. We will be driving through tomorrow on our way back to the MusicCity. If we don't have a Kid-Meltdown, we will try to stop by the church. If so, please understand. Talk to you soon.

Ask ... Receive

Friday, November 28, 2008

We hope you are all having a good holiday break. Since moving to the MusicCity, this is our first TurkeyDay spent out of town. Yep, we loaded up the Not-So-MiniVan and trekked to see MyBeloved's family in Oklahoma. ( ... Lots of stories to share ... )

Anyway, we received a note from DAngelLove ... Remember them? ... about their attendance at Dad's Walk-a-Thon. Here's what they said:

Man!! When Pastor Ray stepped outside his door and everyone cheered...I wish the whole world could have been there! What a moment! And we are so happy we were there to see it. He is so loved, such an inspiration. He's a mighty warrior! Pastor Ray, you and your family have done so much to renew our own faith in God. I'll bet we aren't the only ones. Walk on!
DAngelLove, you asked ... so here it is ... for the World to see! [Note: Turn down the volume before playing ... there are a few screaming fools in this video!]



World, there is some much more to see ... check back soon for some exciting Walk-a-Thon footage!

Happy Thanksgiving

Thursday, November 27, 2008

You should be with your family today ... and not lurking on the Internet ... hoping to find a new post at G&G ... Well, I should be with my family, too ... and not lurking on the Internet ... hoping to post some words of inspiration at G&G ... Let's agree to read/write this post only and get back to the tryptophan and napping.

Here are few of God's wonderful works this Thanksgiving.




The DeVries family has so much to be thankful this year ... especially the gift of life. What are you thankful for?

Grumpy Grumpy Grumpy

Wednesday, November 26, 2008


I promised you a story about No. 3's tirade this weekend. She doesn't know that I heard it ... she doesn't know that I am telling you ... so please be quiet ... and come a little closer. Not that close, sicko!

On Saturday, MyBeloved went scrapbooking, while I played with Nos. 1-4. (... Yep, we actually have five little tax credits in this house ... ). Right before dinner, which is called the "witching hour" in our house, I sent No. 1, 2 and 3 up to their rooms for a little quiet time. Really, it was to give me some sanity while I prepared a gourmet meal for these runts.

Self: Kids, please go upstairs while Daddy fixes dinner. You each go to your own room.

Nos. 1-3: ( ... ignore parental directions ... keep running around the "hungry couch" ... )

Self: I said, please go upstairs to your rooms ... NOW! ( ... the ALL-CAPS means that I yelled at them ... I'm not proud of that, but I gotta be honest for purposes of this story ... )

No. 1: Come on, guys, let's go.

No. 2: ( ... races upstairs to beat the others ... )

No. 3: ( ... in a low voice ... not understanding that I am right behind her ... ) Dad is so mean!

Self: ( ... turn around ... laugh uncontrollably because my three-year old just called me mean ... with a sigh and a exaggeration of a teenager ... )

Pretty funny, huh?

I'm No Preacher ...

Since I am travelling today and do not have access to my finger-pounded-laptop, I am going to share with you a new historical perspective of Thanksgiving ... one that just hit my mailbox yesterday. It does not involve the traditional pilgrims and Native Americans, but it is a legal thriller. The year was 1945 ... the public trial involved accused Nazi war criminals and Nazi organizations ... the place was Courtroom 600 in Nuremberg's Palace of Justice.

Professor John Barrett shares this great story about Thanksgiving in Nuremberg. The lead prosecutor for the United States was Justice Robert Jackson. In his four-hour opening statement, Jackson considered his role a privilege for participating in the first trial in history for crimes against peace in the world. According to Jackson, "That four great nations, flushed with victory and stung with injury, stay the hand of vengeance and voluntarily submit their captives to the judgment of the law is one of the most significant tributes that Power ever has paid to Reason."

Here's where the story gets good ... and brings you a different (and perhaps better) understanding of this day. You see, the day after Jackson finished his opening statement was Thursday, November 22, 1945 ... Thanksgiving Day in the United States. Barrett reports that the Allies did not take the day off to observe the American holiday, but they did give thanks. Following a small courtroom service, which included a Thanksgiving prayer, the trial resumed.

Major Frank Wallis was one of the many trial attorneys who represented the United States. His scope of the trial focused on the Nazi rise to power in Germany and the Nazi's plan for an aggressive war. The day after Thanksgiving, Wallis wrote a diary entry about his experience:

….Thursday, Thanksgiving day—I was reached. It is difficult to attempt to record any emotions as I stood up in the courtroom—before the prisoners dock—and the 8 judges—before some 350 newspaper men and women, the cameras and more cameras—and started to present the 1st phase of the American case—the common plan and conspiracy—the seizure of control by the Nazis, the consolidation of that control—in short what happened in Germany during the pre war era—the terror, the ruthless purge of the opposition—the destruction of organized labor, the persecution of the churches, the persecution of the Jews, the militarization of the youth and of the country—all in preparation for a gigantic war of aggression aimed at the domination of Europe. As I looked at them [the defendants]—it was with a feeling of scorn and contempt—mixed with a bit of awe—when I remembered how close they came to success in their mad undertaking. Next I was conscious that I was speaking to the world—not only the world of today—but the world of future generations—as this was history that was being made and recorded, history that would be in the school books, history that would be a source of study for years to come by International lawyers and students. However, I did not have much time or opportunity for reflection—I had a job to do—to drive a few nails into the coffins of the [expletive word for "illegitimate child"] with words—and for the next four hours I proceeded to do it to the best of my ability. I don’t think that I will ever forget Thanksgiving 1945—and I doubt if I’ll ever spend another Thanksgiving—in a strange country, in an International Court Room prosecuting such low level scoundrels—I certainly hope not.
Before you think I am a history buff or an old wartime scholar ... think again. I received this post from another attorney earlier this week. And the words of Wallis immediately pierced my heart and mind. I wonder whether I am fighting for righteousness and truth and peace and justice and love "to the best of my ability." Certainly not. I should. My words and my actions are forming the next generation. Let's start with my kids. What about my kids' kids? What about my kids' kids' kids?

Do you understand what I am saying? We all have the ability to be a Jackson ... or a Wallis ... to make a tremendous impact on the future. I don't know what drives those dudes ... but when you add the GodThruMan power promised in Philippians 4:13, then you can begin to truly fight for Righteousness and Truth. ( ... Did you notice the capital "R" and "T" on that one? ...)

Start with your family. Then your friends. Then your co-workers. Then the rest of the World. Do it with the best of your ... and His ... ability. You can make a difference. Be safe this weekend and Happy Thanksgiving!

100% Update: InsureYouCo in Our Prayers

So Dad and Mom had a merry-go-round of doctor visits yesterday. I told you about the delightful details. Well, Dad ended up seeing three doctors yesterday:

  1. Dr. FamDoc was pleased to see Dad. He had not talked to Dad since well before the accident. FamDoc gave Dad a shot of Anti-LungJunk-Juice to prevent any pneumonia. He even gave Mom a shot of Anti-Flu-Juice just in case. [Note to Self: Get Anti-Flu-Juice shot when you return from Okie...]

  2. Dr. BidenSmile ... the oral surgeon ... said that Dad's jaw is not misaligned ( ... I know it's spelled right, but it sure sounds like Pres.Bush's "misunderestimated" ... ), but rather the mouth problems stem from the shattered teeth. BidenSmile says that Dad needs a few new choppers, which can be done by a regular "4 out of 5 prefer Dentyn" dentist.

  3. Dr. Dentyn ... Dad's regular dentist ... was able to see Dad this afternoon. Unfortunately, the fight with InsureYouCo. has begun again. Dentyn won't touch Dad's mouth until he knows that he is gonna get paid ... either by InsureYouCo. or by Daddio-directly.

Let's pray that InsureYouCo., which provides no dental coverage, will cover the dental work for Dad as it was "incident" to the original accident.

Dear MyBeloved:

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

I am sorry I did not say "I love you" at the end of our phone call. We are wired differently. You see, I am really, really busy right now. I show you that "I love you" by working really, really hard so that I can take a few days off to go see your family. But you feel loved when I actually say the words, "I love you."

So there is no confusion
... I LOVE YOU!

Self

Coffee is Good, All the Time ...


Before you hit play, make sure you keep your laughter to a minimum. This is a serious message! No, really! If you look closely, you might find your church ... your ministry ... your family ... and even you!

End of an Empire . . .

. . . was the title of an email I just received. My former boss, Senator Pete Domenici (R-NM), is retiring after 6 terms in the United States Senate. Here is the piture of Senator Pete and his lovely bride Nancy.

I worked for the Senator for about 2 1/2 years. Remind me to tell you about my "Jimmy Carter" story that happened one day while I was taking some legislative documents to the Senator at a hearing. Oh, I just found this picture from about 10 years ago. Senator Pete looks the same ... I look ... like a baby in a suit!

PVD, sorry I can't make it to your party. You are a great boss ... and a great servant to our country. Enjoy your grandkids.

100% Update: Details

God delights in us, including the details. Ever heard those words? Understand what they mean? Here's an example with today's update on Dad:

  • Dad arrived home last Thursday. He begins outpatient therapy next week and he continues to have many rounds of doctor visits scheduled over the next few months.

  • One of the discouraging aspects of outpatient care is that some of these physicians are not able to see Dad for 2-3 months. Dad was really upset last week when he learned that Dr. NewFace ( ... the plastic surgeon ... ) was scheduled in late February 2009 and Dr. BidenSmile ( ... the oral surgeon ... ) was scheduled in February 2009.

  • But God delights in our lives ... in the details: Dad received a call yesterday and BidenSmile was able to schedule an office visit TODAY!!! And another call yesterday let us know that NewFace moved Dad's appointment up to December 19, 2008.

  • Here's the kicker: Dad felt some "new feelings" above his right eye this morning ... feelings he had not felt before ... not like little-boy-stomach-somersaults-when-Stacy-holds-your-hand-on-the-playground feelings ... but maybe-nerves-regenerating feelings!

This morning, Dad is also scheduled to see his family doctor, Dr. FamDoc, just to get him up to speed on what's happened to Dad over the past two months. We will let you know later today how everything went.

[Note: Are you worrieed about "details" in your life? Try a little prayer ... "God, your Word says that your pleasure is not in the strength of the horse nor in the legs of a man, but that you delight in those who love and fear you ... those put their hope in your unfailing love. Lord, I put my hope in you ... I pray that you would __________________. Thanks. Amen."]

GodThruMan (#20) UPDATE! UPDATE!

Monday, November 24, 2008

Did you read the GTM post below? It gets better!!!

We probably have to rename that one: GodThru(Wo)Men to be accurate. I know that you won't believe this, so I will share with you the email I just received from LadyWord ( ... yep, the wifey-poo of WordSr and mommy-poo of WordJr ... ):

Hi! This is LadyWord.

Earlier today, I was working at church and sent your dad an email about some church stuff. . . . Anyway, I also wrote on my message to him that I continue to pray for him. I wrote that I would specifically pray that he would know that "the joy of the Lord is your strength."

Now --- I wasn't at church yesterday since I was at home with WordJr. So I didn't hear that verse at church yesterday. And your blog about "God Through Man" wasn't up yet, either. So I hadn't yet read about that verse being used at church yesterday. I just felt that that is what I should be praying this morning. Cool, huh? I'm excited to know that God can let me in on what He is doing, and I could share it with Pastor Ray, even though I couldn't be at church yesterday.

See ya.

That is amazing, LadyWord! Thanks for letting us know and WOW-ing our readers!

GodThruMan (#20)

GodThruMan is a moment when God works through man to demonstrate His existence, presence or power. Here at G&G, we haven seen GodThruMan and GodThruMom. Today, we tell you about GodThruMen ...

Sunday at 10:50am: LogicLove was telling the children's message to the Wee-Ones. He had two glasses of water ... added oil to one glass ... added red coloring to the other glass. Like a Sunday-only-Christian whose spiritual life does not mix with his day-to-day life, the oil and water did not mix. Like the true believer whose spiritual life is permeated throughout his day-to-day life, the coloring and water were a new creation ... red water. The Wee-Ones ( ... and some of their simple-minded parents like me ... ) aaaaawwwwwweed at the demonstration. LogicLove left us with a word, "The joy of the Lord is our strength."

Sunday at 11:20am: Pastor Newbie ... a fresh, young, new pastor in the area ... spoke about worship. Specifically, we had a tendency to do things in worship because ... well, just because ... Introducing us to a new act of worship ... that is, the manner in which you do all the things that you do ... Newbie read from the scripture: "Nehemiah said, 'Go and enjoy choice food and sweet drinks, and send some to the those who have nothing prepared. This day is sacred to our Lord. Do not grief, for the joy of the Lord is your strength."

"What's so GodThruMan-ish about that?" you ask.

Newbie is new ... as in ... ordained last week. Newbie did not know what LogicLove was teaching and LogicLove did not know what Newbie was teaching. Ooooouuuuu ... oooooouuuuu ... creepy... Some call that coincidence ... we call it GodThruMen!

I'm No Preacher ...

It happens, you know. Compared to a month ago, Dad looks and sounds great. He is SuperMan ... he is SuperDad ... he is MyHero ...

But we cannot always control our minds ... our fears ... our doubts. And Dad had a mini-melt-down this weekend ... he wept, thinking, "Maybe this is the best that I am ever going to get?"

As Dad was re-telling me this story, he began a low-tone-Al-Pacino chuckle, "But your Mom slapped me back into shape."

Dad knows this ... I'm learning it ... but maybe you have never heard it. Our struggles ... the war within our mind ... sometimes are the hardest to wage. You see, the bone will mend ... the marriage will heal ... the debt will get paid ... the image of beauty will shine. But your mind and soul keep screaming: "I cannot deal with this broken arm ..." or "I cannot handle my spouse any more ... " or "I am tired of struggling through week by week until the next paycheck ..." or "I hate myself ... " What are you supposed to do?

"The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world. On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish strongholds. We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ." (2 Cor. 10:4-5)

Paul even says later in the passage that you should not look on the surface of things ... but instead, be confident that you belong to Christ. Those doubts, fears, and uncertainties ... take captive of them ... replace them with hope and faith and excitement of what is to come. As your faith continues to grow, so does God's ability to use you and your circumstances ... including a near-fatal car accident that crushes your bones and paralyzes your spirit. I'm no preacher, but it's what the Bible says!

From 1 to 60

They were with us on Day 1 ... we did not know them at first ... one of them is a self-confessed G&G Addict ... I suppose the other is in denial ......they are DAngelLove ... they have been praying for us since the beginning.


The first week after Dad's accident ... what we call it the ViolentSilence ... I received this email from Mrs. DAngelLove:

I read your blog every day and send your dad's name up to God several times a day. I'm so happy that he is slowly improving. Yes, slow is best.

Do you have any more news on the young skateboarder, [ ... Sk8ter ... ]? I've been praying for him several times a day too.

My heart broke with the news of the mother and her four young children. Please drop a little update to let us know how they are doing. I've added them to my prayers.

Bless you for all you do. Thanks for helping all of us know how to best pray for your family.

Love, [DAngelLove]

This email, like so many others, had a name but neither a voice nor a face. That uncertainty would soon change:
  • Two weeks ago, we heard the angel's voice on the phone. Mrs. DAngelLove called and asked whether they could stop by the hospital.

  • Dad and Mom were lucky ... they got to meet DAngelLove first ... a loving couple who brought hugs, kisses, prayers, smiles and books ( ... they are in the BookBusiness ... ).

  • This weekend, on Day 60, DAngelLove ( ... all decked out in heavy coats and warm mittens ... ) joined Dad on his walk around the block. If you look closely, you may be able to see them.

DAngelLove, thanks for loving us ... even though we were strangers to you.

World, we know there are other angels out there ... you have emailed us and written cards and letters ... We would love to see you, hear you, or meet you in person ... and especially thank you for your love and prayers. Send us a pic or drop us a note.

Here are 1,000 ...

... words that is!

That's Not Right (#6)

Sunday, November 23, 2008

That's not right ... a collection of stories, events, and incidents that are just ... not right! No. 3 is up right now ... yes, it's about 1:00am ... with a "tummy ache" ... so here I sit pounding on the computer. I found an example of what happens when an older sister takes advantage of a younger sister. Take a look yourself ...


No.3, I know that you cannot read right now, but when you learn ... THAT'S NOT RIGHT!

Man to Man

Saturday, November 22, 2008

This one is for those late-nite addicts ... who will check the 'puter right before going to bed on a Saturday night ... or those early morning freaks ... who will be running to church late and flip open the laptop right before they leave the house ...

On Friday, Dad (and Mom) had their first car ride together to the EarNoseThroat guys. We have been waiting for this appointment for so long because these are the Geni ( ... our plural of genius ... ) who will tell us about Dad's 6th and 7th nerves ( ... not "sevens" nerve ... ) I will let Dad tell you about the news from the EarNoseThroat team, but I will share with you a little something that Dr. Cutie3 said to Dad ... just listen ...

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Cutie3: I cannot believe how well you are doing ... smiles ... Let me say this, and I am not talking to you as doctor to patient, but I am saying this man to man: You are amazing! ... smiles and puts hand on Dad's shoulder ... I remember you from the the Trauma Unit and I have to say that you are truly amazing! I am so happy to see you sitting here! ... continues to smile ...

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That dude is right, Dad. You are amazing! Just ask the World ...

G&G Tidbits


Okay. Not pineapple tidbits ... but something better! Here is a little taste of some blog-o-rama tidbits to come later this evening or in the morning:
  1. Dad got an interesting report on Friday.

  2. Lots o' people showed up to surprise Dad this morning (... video coming ...)

  3. GuardianAngel1 showed up to surprise Dad this morning (... video coming ...)

  4. No. 3 screams "Dad is sooooo mean!" today.

  5. Dad tells me a Kleenix story that is not right!

Check back later for these fun stories.

KindSpirit Finds Glory

Friday, November 21, 2008

Our good friends, SouthernDrawl and JrKatz, lost their father and grandfather on Wednesday evening. I never met KindSpirit, but I am told that he was a very nice man, with a gentle and kind spirit ... sometimes grumpy ... but aren't we all? He was a WWII veteran, as well as an eyewear business owner. He would often contribute eyeglasses to those who could not afford them.


SouthernDraw and JrKatz, no one can really give you the answer to why your loved one died, while others live. In fact, this has been one of Dad's greatest challenges over the past month as he learns the faint and wreteched details about his accident. He shudders at the words: Why? Why? Why? But the question he asks is not the one you think—Why did this happen to me? Instead, he cries, "Why do I get to live, while others have to die?"

The best answer I have for you and for him:
"All praise to the God and Father of our Master, Jesus the Messiah! Father of all mercy! God of all healing counsel! He comes alongside us when we go through hard times, and before you know it, he brings us alongside someone else who is going through hard times so that we can be there for that person just as God was there for us. We have plenty of hard times that come from following the Messiah, but no more so than the good times of his healing comfort—we get a full measure of that, too." (2 Corinthians 1:3-5) (The Message)
Peace to you on this cold Friday evening ... find a family member or friend ... grab some hot chocolate ... and cuddle up to some good memories of your dad and grandfather. We love you!

That's Not Right (#5)

That's not right ... a collection of stories, events, and incidents that are just ... not right! Cranberries and Dirty Socks .... That's not right!

WordJr is A-O-K

I spoke with WordSr a few hours ago and WordJr is lookin' good ... alright ... A-Okay! The SuperSurgery proceeded without any complications and WordJr may even be able to come home tonight. However, he is begging to stay at the hospital so he can watch cable all night! Go figure ... Thanks for your prayers everyone.

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Surprise! Surprise! Surprise!

Thursday, November 20, 2008


Saturday

Pastor Ray

Fried Dough

Cup 'o Joe


That's right! Tomorrow morning is exactly 2 months since the ViolentSilence. It is time to celebrate ... not a party, but just a little recognition of God's miracles in this man's life ... wanna get in on it? CountryClub, SweetStuff and BitO'Honey (as well as countless others) wanted to welcome Dad home in a special way. It is last minute, but will you join us?

What: Welcome home "yell" to surprise Dad on his morning walk.

Where: Right outside their house. (Need directions?)

When: 9:50am ... Mom will get Dad to go on a walk at 10:00am.

Who: You, you family, and any other person you want to bring.

Why: You've walked with us in prayer ... now really walk with us!


[Note: If you cannot make it by 10:00am, please stop by the house to say hi to Dad and for some coffee, donuts and bagels. We will be there from 10:00-11:30am. If you have any questions, email me.]

WordJr Seeks Samson Strength

Our good friend WordSr will be standing guard over his son, WordJr, all day tomorrow. And we need your help! WordJr will be going to KiddieLandHospital tomorrow for a SuperPower surgery ... he is expected to stay the night and come home on Saturday. While it is a minor surgery for him, he is still a little concerned for about what tomorrow brings. That's where you come into the picture.

Pray for WordJr ... that God will calm the fear and anxiety ... that God will bring wholeness and healing ... that God will give WordJr Samson-like strength ... that God will use this experience to bring WordJr closer to Him! If you want want send him a card or a word of encouragement, you can do so at:

WordJr
c/o Woodbine CP Church
3016 Nolensville Pike
Nashville, TN 37211

Righty Update: Go Titans!


Remember our friend Righty? Well, he is home ... just like Dad ... but has a little more mobility. Here is what's up:

Went to both my PCP and the Cardiologist, Dr. A, (He is the same one BigVolFan goes to) and they both said there were very pleased with my progress. Dr. A said that I should have had much more damage for what I went through, but he said that the damage was only negligible, just a "blip" as he called it. He said I could go back square dancing, but just "ease" back into it. Said he didn't need to see me until a month from now - Yeah! He even said that I could go back to tailgating and rooting for the Titans - Go Titans! Thanks for your concern and keeping everybody updated.

Good to hear the good news, Righty! Remember my concern when you get Superbowl tickets!

World Phone Home

There is some much to talk about yhis afternoon that I am absolutely overwhelmed. So, I will start with ... DAD IS HOME! You can call him there! If you don't know the number, email me here and I will be your Operator!

Celebration Station!!!



Yep, that's right!!! I just got "the" call!!! Dad is being released ... not from prison ... but from the rehabilitation hospital!!! We'll let you know when he is home and settled. Thanks for all the prayers!

Rooting for Ray ... Sports-Style

If you are "Rooting for Ray" ... then send your pics here. Today's FeaturedFotos come from around the world ... from some of the greatest arenas ... from some of the greatest players and fans ...




Please send your "Rooting for Ray" pictures here.
Whether you are family, friend, or perfect stranger,
we want to hear (and see) from you!

Making Sense


It is a good thing that I did not go to medical school ... because it has taken weeks to understand what are the 6th and 7th nerves, as well as the overall nerve damage to Dad's face. Now that I found this post and this post, it is all starting to make sense. Let's see if I can put this in G&G, easy-to-understand-non-medical language:

  • Dad's right eye is like me on a Monday evening at about 4:50pm ... it doesn't work.

  • Dad's right side of his face is like my tummy ... it sags.

  • Dr. EyeGal first reported to us that he had damaged his "Seventh Nerve" ... the problem was that P-Pet told me it was the "Sevens Nerve" which does not exist.

  • Yesterday evening, I finally found it!

  • "Seventh Nerve" is the same as the facial nerve, which is the 7th of 12 cranial nerves ( ... see ORANGE NERVE above ...). This nerve controls the muscles of facial expression and part of the tongue-tasting muscles.

  • So, when Dad has trauma to the left side of the head ( ... see BLUE ARROWS above ... ), it affects the movement of the mouth.

  • Thus, saggy-faced and Al-Pacino-voiced Dad.

  • Now, it gets tricky. Enter the "Sixth Nerve" ... which has also been damaged (... see YELLOW nerves below ... )

  • "Sixth Nerve" is the same as the abducens nerve, which ( ... go figure ... ) is the 6th of 12 cranial nerves. This nerve ... which has one function ... controls the lower eyelid.

  • We still don't know how that got damaged, but the result was that Dad's eye began to dry out because the eyelid would not close.

  • Thus, the EyeTeam had to stitch the right eye closed so that the 6th & 7th Nerves could begin to heal.

Is it making sense? Good. Please pray for natural healing and regeneration of the 6th and 7th Nerves.

100% Update: Gonna Miss You!

Wednesday, November 19, 2008


I don't get to the hospital as regular as I want, but I still get regular updates from either the on-the-scene Mom or the actual-messed-up-dude Dad. Apparently, yesterday the RehabTeam was overwhelmed with feelings ... of ... missing Dad. And he has not even left yet. That's right! The physical therapy team, the nurses, the technicians, the medicine girls, and everybody else on that Second Floor told Dad how much they are going to miss him after he leaves. He has that effect on people, you know? Here's an update:
  1. Dad got the AYCE Food Tube taken out yesterday. Dr. Groovin' warned him at first, Dad took a breath, and then yank! OUCH! *^@# $&*@# $#! ... It came out. Mom said that Dad turned white ...
  2. Dad's physical therapy is doing great. He walked about 150 feet along the parallel bars without placing his hands on the the bars. For the slower ones out there, that means Dad walked by himself for about 150 feet.
  3. Dad also stood without assistance for 5 minutes ... twice!
  4. SouthernDrawl and JrKatz stopped by for a visit. What, did you run out of stamps?

Dad is scheduled for a visit with Dr. Neuro sometime today. We will let you know.

2 of 100s ...

Mom and Dad have received 100s of cards and notes and emails from around the country (and World). Here's one from FrozenBra ... a longtime family friend who once babysat none other than ... SELF! Her name originates from close to 30 years ago. Her brother SnoCone and I were playing hooky from school one day ... we raided her underwear drawer, soaked a certain undergarment in water, and stuck it in the freezer. We were about 6 or 7.

FrozenBra brings backs some memories, along with a few words of encouragement:

What a blessing it is to read your blog each day and keep up with the “goings on” in the DeVries family! I reacquainted myself with you last year when I was in Nashville at a conference. It was a busy day at your Dad’s church with the garage sale/flea market. Your dad picked me up at my hotel, lunch with a couple of your kids and back to the church to meet you and the rest of your family. You gave me a big hug even though you didn’t particularly remember me from your childhood or maybe you did? [ ... Yep, I did ... particularly freezing some of your undergarments! ... ]

Your dad was my first “boss” at McDonald’s in Santa Fe. I was 14 – he was ??? He taught me that customers always come first, that hard work is essential. Funny how I don’t see that in McDonald’s employees today. I worked for him for two summers. The only time I ever ran from Ray is when he showed up at work with the family’s boa constrictor [ ... that's right, we had a snake ... ] in his shirt around his waist. YIKES!

I babysat you and Chris often in your stucco house off the Old Las Vegas Highway. After you two went to sleep, I sat on the couch facing the hallway for hours and never, ever drifting off to sleep --- just in case that SNAKE got out of the closet and decided to pay me a visit. Fortunately, the SNAKE behaved himself and knew to stay away from me.

One afternoon I was with your mother in her car parked along the Old Las Vegas Highway waiting for your school bus to drop you off. We were on the opposite side of the highway when the bus finally arrived. You got out and darted in front of the bus to cross the highway to where we sat. A car going about 50+ mph missed you by INCHES!!! Your mother and I both screamed and she didn’t know whether to hold you or scold you. I think there was a little bit of both. But there were tears and prayers of thankfulness. The Lord SPARED YOU at that moment and now look at the legacy of faith that resides in your home!

The Lord knew then that your children would need you, that your wife would need you, that your mom would need you, and that Ray would need you and your strong faith. May the Lord bless you as you are faithful to HIM, the Alpha and the Omega, the originator of all that is and will be.

FrozenBra, good to hear from you. Sorry it has taken so long to write. We love you, too! Thanks for the good memories!

Chills ...

These 4OperaDudes were on the television this morning ...

I asked the kids if I could change the channel from what they were watching ( ... something about a huge red dog named Cliffy ... ) to something I wanted to show them. They whined, "Daaaaaaaaaad ...." and finally conceded, "Oooooh, okay ...."

Over the next four minutes, we all sat there glued to the tube ... listening to Amazing Grace ... if you missed it, then you missed an amazing rendition ... full of chills ... enough said!

Dear BookWorm:

You left a comment on "Two More Sleeps" and we just had a take a second to respond. Yes, it is true ... Dad is scheduled to go home ... leave the hospital ... check out ... sometime tomorrow, Thursday, November 20, 2008. That will be officially 61 days after the ViolentSilence. ( ... For those of you new here, the ViolentSilence was Dad's near fatal car accident, which I described as I arrived on the scene here ... ) You said that his recovery was truly miraculous. We could not agree more.

[For all those voyeurs reading this private letter from me to BookWork, I guess that I should bring you up to speed as well. You see, Dad's getting out tomorrow. You ask, "Self, how can that be?" Thanks for asking!

Mentally (as in brain injuries), Dad is on top of his game. There does not appear to be any long-term damage. He has full memories of his life and he even recalled some childhood stories that I have never heard. He does not remember any details about the accident and he only remembers his recovery going back about 3-4 weeks.

Internally (as in heart, lungs and other organs), Dad is recovering well. His broken bones are healing nicely, his lungs work great, no problems identified with his heart, and other internal stuff appears to be good.

Sense-ly (as in sight, sound, touch, taste), Dad has left some room for improvement. His right eye may need a cornea replacement surgery if there is not 100% healing (... but we here at G&G know better, right? ...) There is significant nerve damage that affects the entire right side of his face. There is still some hearing loss due to the impact and bleeding. Dad goes to the EarNoseThroat guys sometime tomorrow.

Spiritually (as in "Who loves you?"), Dad remains a humble servant. He is overwhelmed by all of your prayers, notes, words of encouragement. He knows that he is a now-walking miracle. He knows that his life ... post-ViolentSilence
... will never be the same.

Emotionally (as in, "How are you really doing, Ray?), Dad cannot wait to get home, which will be a better environment for some of you to come by and visit.]

BookWorm, thanks for leaving the comment. We will let you and the rest of the World know exactly when Dad flies the coop tomorrow. I hope you stick around G&G, as we have some great news to announce soon.

Getting back to work,

Self

Self in the ServiceClub

Tuesday, November 18, 2008


I was inducted ... initiated ... invited ... introduced ... as a new member of the ServiceClub today. The ServiceClub is ... a service club. As a was walking into the building for my first meeting as a new member, I met Mr. Cleaver. We exchanged pleasantries and continued to walk down the long hallway the luncheon.

Fast forward about 10 minutes. Lunch plate in hand. Wander up front to the leadership table. (... Yep ... "New Member" gets to set up front ... ) Look for place card with "Self" written in perfect script. I introduced myself to Mr. 19Years, a member of the ServiceClub for 19 years, who was sitting to my left. To my right ... an empty chair. I peek over at the place card ... none other than "Mr. Cleaver" ... Whew! ... Good thing I did not make a fool of myself when I met Mr. Cleaver in the hall.

Brings to mind a verse from Above: "Be on alert." (Mark 13:37)

Bubbles Goes to Africa


Our good friend Bubbles .... who watches our littles ones ... and creates new praise songs for Dad ... is heading to Africa on a mission trip in a couple of months. She has said that she will watch runts, clean bathrooms, cook grub, detail automobiles, perform comedy, and just about anything else to help raise money for her mission trip. If you have some dirty work, or even if it is a clean job, let us know and we will get you in touch with her.

100% Update: Two More Sleeps


Dad has been counting from last week ...

Ten more sleeps ...

Nine more sleeps ...

Eight more sleeps ...

Seven more sleeps ...

Six more sleeps ...

Five more sleeps ...

Four more sleeps ...

Three more sleeps ...

Two more sleeps ...

... until he comes home! When the grandkids ask about "when" something is going to happen (i.e., a spend-the-night, a zoo trip, a movie, or an-across-the-country visit), that's the measure of time Dad uses to describe when it will occur. Well, Dad has been counting down the sleeps until he comes home! As of this morning, it was two more sleeps ...

You Decide ...

Monday, November 17, 2008

It's about 4:45 pm, and I just got the "What are your plans tonight?" email from MyBeloved. This time, she actually gave me a choice. She said, "Pick your poison." Well, here are my choices ... what would you do?


Survey Results - GlowDay.com

Dad Hits the Streets

I told you about Dad's visit last week to Dr. BoneFixer. Well, it appears that Dad snuck out over the weekend to make a few dollars (or pennies in this case). And PrayerWarriorToo caught Dad on tape. Check him out:

That's Not Right (#4)

That's not right ... a collection of stories, events, and incidents that are just ... not right!

Remember my friend, LegalAide? You should, I just told you about her a few minutes ago. Anyway, while we were talking about life and signing over Dad's life savings to me, Dad decided to pass some gas.

I said, "Dad, you just tooted in front of my friend. That's not right!" (... I know it's sexist, but if "she" were a "he" I would not have said anything ... I would have just laughed ... )

Smiling, Pacino-voiced-Dad responded, "It was medically necessary."

Nice.

100% Update: It's a Legal Update


My friend LegalAide came with me to visit Dad today ... well, not to visit Dad ... but to notarize some documents. Since LegalAide has been following our journey since the beginning, she knew all the stories and all the names. We ran into Pastor LittleBabies, who was rapping with Dad right after lunch.

LegalAide said that Dad looks like he was ready to just jump out of bed ... luckily he didn't ... but instead, he grabbed a pen and signed over all of his life savings to me (Sorry, CaveBear) ... I mean, he signed the accident report information sheet for the insurance company. Thanks for the help, LegalAide. Here's an update on Dad:

  1. Dad passed his final respiratory test, which means his lungs are back to normal and better than ever! It also means no more respiratory therapy. Respiratory Therapists Q1, RedWisdom, Mouse, Sunshine, TooTall, BubbleGum and GottaGo would be so proud of Dad.
  2. Dad took his longest walk yet during morning physical therapy. Most of his exercises have gone from lying down, to sitting up, to standing up.

Dad continues to be worried about the nerve damage throughout his face due to the multiple factial fractures. He talked to Dr. Groovin' about it this morning and, based upon that chat, Dad said that we could all pray for the following:

  • That the nerves throughout his fact start to regenerate on their own without surgery.

Dear Beloved ...


Just because I post a picture about something that is "not right" ... doesn't mean that I stole your story! It simply means ... don't paint my boy's toenails anymore!

100% Update: End of an Era

Way back when this whole mess started, the TraumaTeam put a food "peg" tube into Dad so that he could enjoy all-you-can-eat ("AYCE") MedicalMilkshakes around the clock. When Dad left the TraumaCondo to go to TheSelect, he started eating some real food, but he kept his AYCE Tube for when Dad's Tum-Tum wasn't feeling so good due to the real food. Since moving to WorthyRehab, he had not used the AYCE Tube.

Well, today is the end of an era ... Dad's AYCE Tube gets removed today! Let us rejoice and celebrate. Meet me at ChinaPan or GoldenCorral?

That's Not Right (#3)

Sunday, November 16, 2008

That's not right ... a collection of stories, events, and incidents that are just ... not right! I am speechless about this one. This is why you should never let your wife take your son to your daughter's birthday party sleepover at a hotel with a bunch of 10 year old girls!


Honey, I know you never read G&G ... you don't have time ... but if you ever happen to stumble on this site, and particularly this post, just know ... that's not right!

100% Update: Dem' Bones

Friday, November 14, 2008



This is an XRAY (... Get it? An afternoon play on words ... XRAY of RAY ...) dancin' into the evening. ( ... Speaking of dancing ... I bet good 'ol Righty is on his way to the dancehall this evening with his repaired heart ... Remember him? ...).

Anyway, Dad just returned from Dr. BoneFixer, who said that the BoneBreaks were all healing nicely. What does that mean? Well, the fracture on the clavicle was almost not visible. More importantly, the pelvic bones were showing to be totally symmetrical ... meaning the pelvis was healing straight. BoneFixer, another one who saw Dad when he first came into the trauma unit, was totally impressed with Dad's recovery. (... LIGHTBULB! ... Bing! Can you say, Miracle? Can you say, Power of Prayer? ...)

Keep 'dem bones moving everyone. Have a good weekend.

From One Place to Another

No. Dad is not moving to another facility. But he is moving down the hall. That dude ... Dad's roommate ... was released today and apperently they need Dad's room for two new chics. How rude of me?!?! They need Dad's room for two new female patients. So, in case you want to visit Dad this weekend ( ... AND YOU SHOULD DO SO! ... ), he can be found at the following:

Vanderbilt Stallworth Rehab Hospital
2201 Children's Way
Nashville, TN 37212
ROOM 2013A

It is located right across the street from Vanderbilt Children's Hospital and you can park in the South Garage. Come by ... Dad would love to see you ... even if he has never met you ... you have been praying for him ... he would enjoy meeting you finally ... you might even like it!

100% Update: Message from Parker Brothers

That's the best I can say ... a message from our friends at Parker Brothers ... SORRY ...

Dad has gotten better ( ... as he does each day ...) , but I have been so swamped with work and stuff that I did not even talk to Mom or Dad until a few minutes ago. Don't have much time to play SORRY with you today, because I have to go back to my law-thing-appointment, but here's a quick update:

  1. Dad had one appointment this morning and has one appointment this afternoon.
  2. Dr. AsianOcular ... a new one to us ... followed-up with Dad's eye this morning. He was impressed on the healing of the cornea ... however, there still remains severe damage to the 6th and 7th nerves. These could take up to a year to heal.
  3. Dr. BoneFixer ... the one from the TraumaCondo ... will see Dad this afternoon after Dad gets XRAYS of his tailbone, pelvic bone, ribs and clavicle.
  4. Physical therapy dudes and gals continue to thrash Dad's body, but his determination pushes him through the pain and exhaustion. That Dad wants outta there!

We may be a little slow around here at G&G for the next two days because we are heading down South for a little church retreat. Take a break yourself, but come back as soon as you can. And bring some friends. We have some secret surprises to share with you all!

WorthyRehab: Behind the Scenes

Thursday, November 13, 2008

World, you were patient, after all. You are learning. I am so proud of you. Just for that, I will show you Dad's PTGym.

The "Hurt" Area and "Rail Track"

"The Stretch Pad"

"The Body Builder"

The "PT Toys"

"The Mind Games"

"The Mom Playing"

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