When I Met Muhammad Ali
I MET MUHAMMAD ALI LONG AGO in a little restaurant on La Cienega Blvd. in Los Angeles. I walked up to him and said, “Hi Champ!”
He was very slow, muddled, and slurred his speech. Obviously, all the years of fighting in the ring had taken its toll. He weakly stuck out his hand for me to shake. I remember it being very limp. He then shuffled away.
That was it.
I’m not sure if I was a Christian back then, but, if I was, I do remember this: I did NOT tell him about Jesus Christ. Ali died as an outspoken Muslim.
DD is Now “Emancipated Minor” Age Today
My daughter DD is now eligible to be an emancipated minor in the great state of Texas. Here’s the law:
Now, my hope is that DD will never have any affairs because Karen and I, as imperfect as we are, have raised her with Christian values. Snicker.
A lot has changed in the life of my “Baby D,” for one thing, she is no longer a baby.
Last year, as the credits rolled on her 16th birthday, she really came into her own….
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