out, out damm spot.

a lot of people don't believe in signs and destiny. how's this:

when i took over mail operations at children's medical center there were a lot of names i used to see daily. you get used to seeing certain ones, over and over. there are frequently ones that just stop coming because the people no longer work there.

the methodist church is strangely and uniquely tight-knit in ways i don't understand. a few weeks back my friend and former pastor called to ask brandie if she would run as part of a relay team for one steve damm, a local methodist who was stricken with a rare brain cancer and in whose honor several individuals and at least two teams would be running. she agreed instantly. i was training to run the half marathon at the same time.

a week or so later i got sick with a respiratory infection and was unable to train for about 3 weeks, and slow getting my feet back under me when i was back on the road.

i went online to register for the white rock half. it was full. sold out. no further registrations. brandie discovered that when she had volunteered to oversee the advent workshop at our church, she had failed to take into account that it fell on the same day as she had agreed to run as part of the relay. i agreed to take her place.

i read an article in the dallas observer on the man in whose honor i would be running on sunday. i recognized the name as one of those i knew from the daily mail at the hospital that had stopped coming. that name is steve damm. i used to run the operation that delivered mail bearing his name. tomorrow i will be running in his name. god bless, steve, and out, out damm spot. i will be proud to wear that shirt in the morning, and every day it survives into the future.