As my Father, Mother, and my brothers watched as our childhood home went up in flames on a very cold January evening , (Arson) My father shouted over the roar of the flames, "Man, aren't we the lucky ones!" At that moment, his wisdom escaped me. I shouted back, "Dad, how can you call THIS Lucky!" He squatted down, put both of his hands on my shoulders, looked me in the eyes, and softly said, "We're ALL ALIVE son!" I measured tragedy differently from that day forward.
Both Jean and I are very grateful that you were not injured DJ, and also glad that you were able to repair your Motorhome.
Earl and Jean.