Life.

The picture of this great guy named Vick is at the end of this blog and is, I must say, a sad story. Vick was our bus driver while in Fiji on our missions trip last summer. Our team loved Vick because of his Jamacian music and the hang loose sign he consistantly gave as we passed by thousands of people. We spent about two weeks with Vick and then headed back to the states assuming we would see him when we came back. We recieved a phone call about 7 months after returning home from our missionary in Fiji telling us that Vick had been killed in a accident while driving his bus. Life is so short and so delicate, we had no idea that we wouldn't seeVick the next time we arrived in Fiji. Yet, because of circumstances his life is over. Sometimes I wonder if I would have treated him differently if I knew his life was going to be over soon. The Bible tells us that none of us are promised tomorrow. Life could end at any moment and we don't know when that will be. I want to live my life every minute to the fullest. I pray that Vick somehow had a chance to find Christ before he left this place called earth. I pray that you take the time to know Jesus as your Lord and Saviour.

PDoug - WE love ya Vick