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The inspiration for this book was given by the power of the Holy Spirit; therefore, I first thank my God for the words He has planted within my heart. And I thank my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, for salvation.

I cannot express in words, the support shown to me through the years by my wife, Mauristine. Her support and love enabled me to move forward in life rather than focus on my disabilities. Although the Vietnam War and my injuries left me bitter and angry for several years, she was understanding and helped me to overcome it.

I also want to thank my sons, Landis, Sherrell III and Anthony for never looking upon me as handicapped, nor feeling ashamed of their Dad.

Also, I want to acknowledge Larry Rodgers. We watched over each other the entire year we spent together at the Fitzsimmons Army Medical Center in Aurora, Colorado. We laughed and struggled through it all. Today, we are closer than biological brothers because of the bond we share.

To my Southern Missionary Baptist Church family whom I love so much, I’m grateful to God for you. I am humbled to be your Pastor. You are the best!

To Oletha Marie Curry and Cheri Hill, my editors who read and re-read my manuscript, thank you for your patience and words of wisdom. Thank you for taking time out of your schedule to review this effort.

To Terryl D. Curry, Sr., my friend and confidant, my sounding board who has always been there to listen to my concerns, thank you. I have leaned on you often.

To my daughter, Angela Griggs, who still holds onto the original stack of early devotionals, bless you.

Also, to my daughters, Matilda Robinson, Monica Williams and Teresa Smart.

Thank you, Norman Griggs, my spiritual up-lifter.

To my personal nurse, Mary Trice, thank you for keeping me healthy with laughter.

To Renita Simmons, my spiritual sister, for sharing my thoughts and writings with her clients.

And to my parents, Sherrell Sr. and Virgie Byrd who endured gratitude and heartache as their wounded son was returned to them from war, severely injured and nearly unrecognizable.

To my sister, Carolyn, and my brothers, Dennis and Stanley “Mike,” thank you for caring about my well-being.

And of course, to Mother Ada Turner who prayed without ceasing for my return home from war.