Life can teach you some cold hard lessons.
For me, I've had a rough couple of weeks. Physically, all is OK. Mentally, personal stress was at it's highest.
But, God can humble you in so many ways. And, he's not always quick about it. He can make it last...and last...and last.
Two weeks ago, I lost the keys to the family vehicle while swimming at a beach in Galveston.
We called a locksmith. Two hours and minus-$300 later, we're trying to figure out how we're gonna get through the weekend.
The whole time I am just furious, mad at the world and in an “everyone is gonna pay for my mistake” mentality.
Then, a week after losing those keys, I start seeing how what I thought was an end-of-the-world, life-changing circumstance is nothing but a mere flash in the pan compared to others.
It's been an emotional week as a human being and as a parent.
Breckenridge resident Vickie Buller lost her battle with life after complications from West Nile Virus and Guillain-Barré Syndrome.
She was a fighter. She battled to stay alive. She was loved by her family and many residents in Breckenridge because she was just a good person.
She wasn't a loud, boisterous person—until you messed with her Texas Rangers.
Buller loved everyone, but she particularly loved her brother Rickie Buller and her son David Howard.
I can remember her dressing down a man in Allsup's after a football game because he was overly-critical of her son's performance as quarterback for the Breckenridge Buckaroo varsity football team.


Vickie Buller was the essence of what it means to be from Breckenridge. She cared for other people more than she cared about herself.
And—as if something couldn't get any worse—earlier this week, a high school classmate, Dusty Jones, lost his home in a fire.
A family of four lost just about everything they owned. Just a few family trinkets and the clothes on their backs are all that remain, with school less than a month away from starting.
Their home was less than a year old and a fire consumed it. After being away for a number of years, Jones moved his family back to Breckenridge and Stephens County.
Every now and then, I would see Dusty in passing and we would chat and laugh about how we've grown into old men that we never said we would become and all that stuff you claim that you'd never be as kids.
Jones is just one of those guys that makes you feel good when you see him and talk to him. And now, he, along with his family, suffer this great loss.
What I'm trying to say is life has its way of humbling you. God has his way of shocking you into thinking that sometimes life is not always about you.
Lost keys in the Gulf Of Mexico seem so trivial compared to a lost loved one or losing everything you own.
In God's eyes, sometimes the light bulb comes on. And, on the other hand, sometimes he brings you to your knees. This week, I needed knee pads.
On Monday, Aug. 4, my oldest child will be participating in his first two-a-day workouts.
Assuming that he survives, his christening as a Buckaroo will be official. As a father and former BHS athletics participant, it's a rite of passage.
But, it's not always about winning or losing games in Breckenridge — it's about becoming an adult and growing as a person.
Previous Buckaroo head football coach Steve Freeman called it a “boys to men” mentality.
Current Buckaroo head football coach Casey Hubble calls it “teaching young men the value of life through sports.” The game has changed. Life has changed.
The key word through this whole column has been the word “life.”
Life is defined as, according to the Merriam-Webster Dictionary, as the “experience of being alive.”
D.L. Moody said “Where I was born, and where, and how I have lived, is unimportant. It is what I have done with where I have been that should be of interest.”
Freeman, who was a life mentor to me, coined this phrase that has stuck with me every day — “Everybody's got a story to tell.”
Well, this week, God read a story to me. It made me want to go back and rewrite a few chapters of my life. All of us aren't perfect. And, we will never be.
But we can do what we can to make sure that all of our story can have the same ending.