My father, Terrell Renea Gandy, passed away about a month after my 14th birthday. From that day to now, when someone asks how he passed, I usually respond with 'He had cryptococcal meningitis.' Most people won't usually ask follow up questions. Instead, they'll usually say 'Oh. Ok.' Or they offer awkward condolences, most likely because they aren't really sure what they should say because cryptococcal meningitis is not common like diabetes, cancer or heart disease. My reluct

Re: "Baby Steps to Big Strides" I am the PLT Sergeant and yes I would ask him to pray before the Convoys. I would also add SGT Hays and His Gun Truck Crew lead Multiple Convoys as Lead Vehicle, suffering multiple enemy attacks and he never relinquished his responsibility to his Soldiers, to Our Company and to The Army. I trusted SGT Hays with my Life. He would lead us through the valley of death with His Strong Faith in the same God he asked during our convoy briefings. That

I realize that I've come a long way. Yet, I have a long way to go. I can feel and see myself being transformed into the virtuous woman God destined and called me to be. God continuously reveals things I need to let go of so that He can fine-tune me. While He is purging things from me that aren't like Him, sometimes my flesh wants to hold on to them. Sort of like a child holds on to a security blanket well after he's matured to the point of needing it. One of the characterist