There have been many things in my Life that others have labeled amazing. But to me it was Life. But one story I can tell you is amazing is about my Dad, Wild Bill they called him. I don't think he got that name in Church, although he did go to Church. He was the Grandson of a Baptist Preacher. But he was a Logger too. And I really loved my Dad.

I could tell many stories about my Dad; from being blown up with dynamite to being stabbed in the back.. But this story is about after he got sick with dementia and I went to visit him in the Veteran's Hospital in Roseburg, Oregon. I was cruising timber near there.

It broke my heart to see my Dad in such a way. It upset me to say the least. I went to work that morning with an attitude. I was so mad I wanted to kick someone's ass. I was out in the woods by myself, God, me and a bunch of trees.

I stopped counting trees and started yelling at God. "My Daddy lived a Righteous God fearing life. He may have been a wild son of a gun, but he don't deserve to die like this". That is what I told him. I said; "What the hell is the deal? This is bullshit. Why don't you come down here right now, I'll kick your ass". I must have really been feeling my oats. Thank God he can deal with my anger. After all He created me.

This is the Amazing part. It began to rain. Rain. I mean an Oregon rainstorm. The wind was a blowing and I was thinking I might get it by a falling fir tree. I didn't care. I challenged the Great Spirit and I was going to take what ever I had coming. At least it would be an honorable way to go. But just kept raining. I thought dam, no saw, no ax, No way to build me a little Ark. I was getting a little worried. I moved to higher ground. As I stood there, the rain stopped. I was stihl thinking of my Dad.

The Sun broke through the clouds and the trees. A ray of light was shinnin' right on me. I was looking at an Old Growth that had disease all over him (Poor Guy). God was showing me a sign; He didn't put that disease on that tree. And it wasn't God who brought Alzheimer's to mankind. I got a real warm feeling from that light.

And for my Dad, well his big ole heart keeps beating. He has been in the hospital for 8 years. The Doctors have told a couple of times. But he is my Dad, and he is a Logger, and Loggers don't ever die.