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We did have a lot of fun times together. We loved working with our dogs. Having someone to put on an attack
sleeve or suit was a sight to see. We loved it just as much as the dogs. The agitator in the suit, not as much. Lucky
for us, our agitators always came back for more. Sometimes we would let dogs attack with mussels, and the

agitator would go down to the ground kicking and screaming. WOW! What moments! If the dogs heard training
gear being moved at any time, they would jump to their feet from a sound sleep looking for action.

At some point, we concluded that our dreams of having a canine business looked less and less likely. Our dogs
were our only family, and we were hobbyists at best. We settled for that and moved on. We were still looking; just
a question of balance. Will we ever have a woman in this life to love? To have and to hold someone to love us back?
So many questions! We forgot to give over our concerns to the Lord. As for me thinking I was so wise, I had
the answers to life. Only the foolhardy would believe such things, yet here I was, letting the enemy work

overtime with my thoughts and constantly making bad decisions. Our Lord blessed my brother Kris with a
ME, 1980 beautiful wife, Cynthia. She was wise enough to recognize me as well, but she always gave me the benefit of the
doubt.

We had some fun times as a threesome. One most memorable events were catching some sky together. I was a member of a Skydiving club
in Crane, Texas. The three of us traveled there one Saturday intending to jump together. So, we did. After an hour or so of ground training, PLFs
(Parachute Landing Falls), Emergence Reserve Deployment, etc., their names got posted on the manifest board. Suited up and ready to rumble,
the plane is now
ME inclined to lift them to an altitude of 2,500 feet for their first Static Line jump. I did not ride up with them on this memorable
occasion; no room for me and the jump master. Cindy was the first to exit. Not a bad landing for a first-time jumper. But she declared it
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would be her last. On the other hand, Kris decided he could do better on his second jump. This time I loaded the plane with Kris and Brent,
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Spotter, and Jump Master back to 2,500 feet. He waved later as he left the plane's strut. Brent and I continued to 6,500 feet for a 30-
second delayed
0 freefall.

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