Ray

My friend Ray is sick.

I spoke to him the other day on the phone, but other than this one very short conversation I am afraid to say I haven't been in direct contact.

Ray is a big teddy bear, the most lovable guy I have ever known.  He played college ball, and in 1984 was part of the team that won the College World Series.  He has the heart of a lion.

He's had more than his share tragedy in his life over the last two years- a lesser person would have been sunk, and now he's in treatment for lymphoma, but he isn't one to wallow in self pity. I know this battle has been tough for him- and for those who love him-and even though I have been a negligent friend, I think of him every single day.

When I get upset with traffic, worry about money, or work, or get frustrated with my family-I think of Ray.

If there is anyone I have ever known who so doesn't deserve for this to happen to him- its Ray.

In my heart I know he will be beat this - I know he will be ok, I can't imagine a world without him in it.