Today, I was walking through Sam's Club buying food to celebrate my last few days at work. We are having a fiesta. In between grabbing some guacamole chips and some tamales, my mom called. The conversation started out normally, as we discussed my brother's birthday, her plans to move to Portland with my dad at the end of the month, and my sister's latest romance drama. By the end of the call, however, I was holding back tears.
Apparently, because of my strange work schedule, I had missed out on the news that one of the very good friends of our family, Jonathan Hamilton, had been very ill. In fact, he was told he only has 8 days to live.
This is one of the greatest men I have ever known. He has the incredible gift of joy in any adversity. He is one of the oldest, if not THE oldest, living survivor of cystic fibrosis. He has lived through a lung transplant. He has outlasted the miniscule predictions of lifespan the doctors gave him as a child. Throughout half a lifetime of hospitalization, he has held a joy for life that I have only barely tasted. His laughter is contagious, and he has a joke for every moment that can lift anyone's spirits. I greatly admire that, and I can truly say he is one of my heroes.
Not only has he survived, he has thrived. He is the President of Outreach International, and has lived in numerous countries, such as Uganda and Kenya, helping the people there through various missions. He is selfless, and his love of his fellow man shines throughout his life. You can't be around him and not know it.
Please keep him and his family in your thoughts and prayers. He battles the cancer even now, and he has beat worse. God be with the world that loses this man.
ashram
Jonathan Hamilton & his wife Teri.
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