I’ve been a very blessed man. Many men & women, throughout my life to this day, have invested, sacrificed & poured out their lives for me. They taught me about life. These are my heroes. And the earliest hero I can remember isTim, my dad & me. my Dad. When I was a little guy, I thought he could fix anything! When I first started talking, I looked at the crescent moon one night & said “Moon broke, Daddy fix.” As a teenager, I wasn’t close to him, but that all changed dramatically when I was 25 & had double meningitis & brain surgery. He sat by my bedside during my 6 week hospital stay at Nashville’s St. Thomas. Although not a man given to openly praying & showing emotion, he took my hand & prayed for me. Floyd White Garrett, my Dad, died 10 years ago last June. I still miss him. (the picture is of my brother, Tim (probably 3 or 4), my Dad, & me, Jeff, probably 5 or 6)