This month, I want to take some time to recount my time in Las Vegas on October 1 and 2. As you know, on October 1, 2017, a horrific event took place in Las Vegas. That night, 58 people lost their lives and nearly 500 people were injured. My heart goes out to everyone affected by this tragedy. Thankfully, my story ends well, but it wasn’t without its share of fear and uncertainty. Here is what I shared on Facebook on October 2: “We were all supposed to meet in the lobby of the Mirage at 8 p.m. I was looking everywhere for the valet ticket to drive 10 of us to dinner. I knew Gary, a friend, had given it to me, but I couldn’t find it. I got so frustrated with myself, then mad at myself. I was spoiling everyone’s good time. “By the time we were able to get the car, I was so mad at myself I didn’t want to go, so I stayed behind. It ended up being the longest night of my life. With my wife, Jennifer, being on lockdown at the MGM, I was blocks away, but I might as well have been around the world. “On one hand, I was comforted by the fact that she was with some of my best friends: Gary and Jennifer Deakyne, Brandon Baltz, Tom Edens Jr., Curt Brisco, her cousin Monica Peck, and her sister and brother-in-law, Paul and Liz Dasso. “On the other, I was alone, staring at four walls and a TV, watching the numbers rise. I felt helpless, fearful, and nauseous. If something happened to her and I was not there over a stupid valet ticket … no words. Finally my cousin Stephanie called, and I had someone I could talk and cry to. HEARTBROKEN IN LAS VEGAS
“I kept thinking that if I hadn’t lost the ticket, causing them to have to wait about 30 minutes, they would have been able to get back before all this went down. I was so thankful to end up back in my wife’s arms. I’ll never forget the moment she walked out and toward me, the embrace we shared, or the embrace with my friends. Thank You for bringing her back safe and sound.” The next day was tough as we played our first round in the Indiana Golf Association Pro-Am. I was tight and full of tension all day. After I hit my tee shot on the Par 3, 16th hole, I took a few steps toward the green and fell to my knees. I started sobbing and praying for peace. My teammates gathered around me, and we all embraced. I felt a little better just letting it out. After our final hole, I walked back to the clubhouse. It gave me time to breathe and reflect. I sat down halfway there by the putting green overlooking the desert, and I paused. I called my pastor, Chris Shore, and had a nice 15-minute chat, and he prayed over me. As I am back in the office today, I am already feeling a bit anxious. I am sure things will get back to normal, but healing takes time. Thanksgiving and Christmas are right around the corner as 2017 comes to an end. My hope is that you all had a great year, and you take time to cherish your family and friends this holiday season. “Yesterday’s the past, tomorrow’s the future, but today is a gift.” Live it to the fullest!
May God bless and keep you,
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