It’s important to remember and to tell your stories to others. Our stories are all we have to help others understand who we really are.
by Tim Bryant, Board Member, DLC ‘77, TTR ‘87 “Tim, the whole family is on the stairs waiting for you!” Jay Fesperman exclaimed over the phone as I stood in a hot phone booth in downtown Franklin. “The van has broken down”, I said, feeling like my faith should be strong enough to lay hands on it so…
She looked a bit pale; her skin “thinner” than the last time I saw her. The turban wound tight and pulled down touching her ears. Her smile slightly less bright. There was a port taped to her skin near her collar bone – the skin angry around the entry point. “You look like you’re in…
I was nervous as I stood near the end of the board. I don’t remember if I had been up there before, but here I was trying to act “big” by climbing the diving board at the Pine Valley Country Club pool in Wilmington, NC. As I looked past my small feet and down into…
I wrote this story a few years ago while thinking about the gifts the Magi brought to Jesus. They were treasures, for sure, and way out of the “norm” for a poor family in that region. I hope you enjoy this story and will share it with others as we celebrate the wonder of Christmas…
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If you’ve read my earlier post, Grandma’s House – Gone But Not Forgotten, you may recall that I was reminiscing about my grandparents’ houses and all the rich memories I have of visiting and staying at their homes in eastern North Carolina when I was a boy.…
It was sometime in March of 1998 when I received a call from my friend and client, Don Bailey, at The Billy Graham Training Center at The Cove in Asheville North Carolina. “We’re having an event at the Diana Wortham Theater for Mrs. Graham’s birthday on April 5th. Everyone here is concerned that we fill the…
I’ll never forget that day I walked into the music store at Friendly Shopping Center, in Greensboro, NC to buy my first banjo. I had been playing guitar for several years and was writing songs and learning from anyone I could find, but I’m not quite sure what sparked my interest in the banjo. It…
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Every year we pull them out of the closet. The cardboard box is bent on the corners and a little faded now. It smells of the years of storage – a kind of rich aroma of cardboard decay. Inside the box there are a number of dividers…
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The “Kid’s Table” ? You may know the feeling. The adults are in the dining room with lots of great food, good stories and continuous and particularly loud laughter. My father has awakened from his mid-morning nap in front of the Macy’s Parade on our TV and…
As she blew the dust off the small chest the memories flooded in once again. It was the last of the three; handcrafted and finely made from an exotic wood not found in their region of the world. As a young carpenter, she remembered that Joseph had noticed it right away, his rough hands carefully…
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