February 7, 2011
Yet another one for the Gipper
Mark, over at Wannabe Anglican shared this personal story. It is to-the-point, truthful and touching, just as a story ought to be told by a Texas Conservative.
A Boy Named Reagan
The moment I realized how much I missed Ronald Reagan came at Denton Bible Church shortly after his death. The morning service had just ended when I noticed a Russian teenage boy I knew. A family or two at Denton Bible had adopted Russian children, and they added a lot to the life of our church.
The boy’s name was Reagan.
We were chatting, and loving to teach as I do, I said with a smile, “Let me tell you about who you are named after.” And I told him of Ronald Reagan and of how helped wear down the old Soviet Union. And because of that, Russia and the United States were now on good terms . . . and that was a big reason he got adopted and was with us.
The thing is, I had a lot of trouble getting all that out. I broke down crying before him before I could finish. The boy was a great kid and, with a calm smile, was patient with me.
And, to be honest, I am crying now as I type this.
That boy named Reagan, and us all, owe Ronald Reagan so much.
And I miss him.
Happy 100th birthday, Mr. President. And thank you.
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