needsomefun wrote:
ya'll are a little slow . . . . Rich has got to be a semi-retired Preacher!! ๐
I am a Southern Baptist Preacher since 1975. I started my own life insurance agency when I realized I couldn't make a living and send the kids to college preaching in small Baptist churches with congregations of 50-60 people. Since the average stay for a Baptist preacher is somewhere around two years one moves around a lot so I decided to control that element of the ministry by becoming bi-vocational so I could have an established home for my family rather than moving around from place to place.
My ministries have all been in the area that I live so that I could maintain a home place and a work place. It has worked well for me and my family allowing my children to grow up in the same home and attend the same school. In 2003 I retired to become a supply pastor for churches without pastors until they could find one thus allowing Sue and I to spend more time with our children and grandchildren. We all have campers and try to meet once a month at a campground for the weekend. There is the annual trip in October to the mountains where we all get together for a wonderful fall weekend.
Sometime during the summer we will get together for a white water rafting trip in the North Georgia or North Caroline mountains and perhaps do some trout fishing in the spring. I have always tried to be there for my children and they have always tried to be there for Sue and I.
In my younger days I drifted from building race cars for the dirt track circuit and modified's to drag racing in the South East National Hot Rod Association. My father owned a car dealership so it was easy for my to fall into something like that. I even spent a little time in Nashville, TN with GRT Records.
The name Dixie Flyer came from my teens when we formed a car club in Augusta, Georgia called "Dixie Flyers". In those day I had a 1956 Ford with a 430 cubic inch Lincoln engine, bored and stroked with two Holley four barrel Carbs, a Lincoln Zypher transmission and a 4/11 rear end. It was painted candy apple red, lowered and chopped and had two of the loudest exhaust you ever heard.
Then I settled down and became a respectable family man with tendencies every once in a while to step a little too hard on the gas pedal and encourage a youngster not to be afraid to get his hands greasy or dirt under the fingernails. At 65 years old I have become very mellow and wondered how did I survive my youth? But God had a plan for me and he watched over me all of those years that I was running the streets.
Old Fella became a part of my youth experience and trials in mid-life. I took one look at those eyes and that tired run down body and said to myself "But by the grace of God that could be me". Someone saved me from a life of darkness and separation and gave me a place in life where I could grow and blossom into a person of value and purpose. If someone would do that for me, then I could do that for someone or something else. Old Fella became my mission and purpose at this time in my life. I have always been an easy touch. You could always get the last dollar I had if you asked me for it.
Now you have most of the story. You can read the rest of it in the book.
2016 Ford F250 King Ranch Crew Cab 6.7 Power Stroke
2015 Montana Model 3611 with 4400 Pullrite Hitch.
Wife Sue
Pets: Rainbow Bridge: Bart, Old Fella, Levi, Charlie, Mama, Hobo, Izzie, Peaches. Others Suzie, Dixie.
Old Fella Burke County Animal Rescue