Way down deep inside the West Virginia coal mines,
A lot of brave men is what you’ll find
Who risk their lives by night and day,
Take a look at these hands, Lord,
They’re worn and rough.
My face scarred with coal marks,
My language is tough.
But you know in the heart, Lord,
The baggy yellow shirt had long sleeves, four extra-large pockets trimmed with black thread, and snaps up the front.
Not terribly attractive, but utilitarian without a doubt.
“Very soon you will see a great many people wearing blue every Friday. The reason?
Last night was the last game for my eight-year-old son's soccer team. It was the final quarter. The score was two to one, my son's team in the lead.
Remember it takes a college degree to fly a plane but only a high school diploma to fix one.
Dear Mr. President,
Your son is here," she said to the old man. She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened.
Another of my patients, a successful businessmen, tells me that before his cancer he would become depressed unless things went a certain way.
In honor of Donnie Adkins. Donnie was a member of the Glasgow Volunteer Fire Department and will be honored with a fireman's funeral on Wednesday 3/24/10 at Riverside High School.