One In A Thousand

Even out of a thousand people, there might not be one that is estimable, compassionate, and rakish. Some people would give almost anything to have a friend who has all these characteristics, or to know that someone, somewhere in this small world even exists. Well now you might have said to yourself, "I have friends like that." Others might say that there has only been one person on this earth to ever posses these qualities. I have great news. There is a man, not by the name of Jesus that has saved mothers, sons, fathers and daughters from dying. He has helped two infant eyes see light for the first time. He has fed numerous villages by feeding only one. He has touched the heart of many people without doing open surgery. And can miraculously make a hot Heineken cold in the middle of the Sahara desert.

I would like to introduce you to a gentleman

that carries all these traits.

Meet my dad, Dr. William Oswald Kirker.

After enjoying an early mourning wake-and-bake, my taste buds were craving those warm fluffy bo-berry biscuits with sweet, melt-in-your mouth icing drizzled all over them and an ice cold sweet-tea from Bojangels. Bill, my pops, told me that we must get to the airport three hours ahead of time and that we couldn't stop. I was sort of a prick about it and then felt like a real ass-hole when we were one of the last people on the plane. So in the terminal, I ate a sausage, egg and cheese English muffin. If I could describe how that tasted to you, imagine biting into two pieces of Styrofoam with rubber and ketchup. Pretty disgusting right? Try having that with out anything to drink with cottonmouth. But, fortunately Johnny Walker from Scotland waiting for me at a self-serve bar in the first-class lounge at The Big Apple airport along with his buddy

Coca-Cola from Atlanta, two friends