As I walk down the path of life, I find that many things around me affect the way I think and the decisions I make. One of the biggest effects of my life was the night of the Tet Offensive in Vietnam in 1968. At 4:00 a.m., our bomb dump blew up, and our fuel cell, with fuel for three squadrons of aircraft, blew up. Our perimeter was breached. I thought I was going to check out. I made a promise to the good Lord that I would be a productive member of society. He has been a big part of every decision I have made. I know that the day comes. I don’t meet His standard or requirements. He will dial up my number.

Today, at age seventy-five years old, my doctor told me to get my life in order. I made out my will. And I made up a living will. I set up and paid for my funeral, sold everything I didn’t need. When the time comes to meet my maker, I will thank Him for allowing me to continue down my path of life. Only then will I know how He feels about my journey.