By DANNY MINTON All of us at one time or another make plans for life. It may be plans we have for a vacation or possibly a mission trip. We may be saving up for that once in a lifetime purchase that we said we’d get once we had the cash in our pockets. Other times it’s just planning for

By DANNY MINTON Remember this commercial? “What’s this stuff?” “Some cereal. It’s supposed to be good for you.” “Did you try it?” “I’m not going to try it; you try it!” “I’m not going to try it.” “Let’s get Mikey!” “Yeah!” “He won’t eat it. He hates everything!” “He likes it! Hey Mikey!” We live in a world riddled with

By DANNY MINTON I finished a hospital visit and entered the elevator following an attractive blonde lady. Already in the elevator were two men. They were good sized men who appeared to have come to visit someone after a hard day’s work. The elevator was silent as we descended to the first floor. The two men allowed the lady to

By DANNY MINTON When you go into battle, chances are you are going to face an injury or wounds of some type. My battle injuries have not come from war since I have never been able to serve our country in this manner. My battle scars come from sports. In baseball, I’ve had “strawberries” from sliding into a base and

By DANNY MINTON To whoever was walking down an alley near Oleander street in Dallas and found the sack with a nickel in it, I’d like to tell you how it happened to be there. It was put there one summer around 1953. My brother was 3, and I was 5. These were the days that you let your kids

By DANNY MINTON Years ago, while in high school, I was given a book by Foy L. Smith entitled “The Days of Thy Youth.” In one chapter of the book, he tells the story of an old gospel preacher named Theophilus Brown Larimore. T.B. Larimore was riding out west in a railway passenger car when outlaws came alongside and halted

By DANNY MINTON I was traveling down one of the commercial streets in Abilene one day and saw the sign, “Clean Dirt.” That struck me odd since I learned years ago that dirt was “dirty.” I was told to wash the dirt off my hands before I ate. I washed the dirt out of my hair, and my mom cleaned

By DANNY MINTON The date was sometime in January 1966 when I lay in bed, alone in a hospital room at Baylor medical center, encased in a body cast that engulfed the upper half of my body. I had been in the hospital over a month after breaking a vertebra in my neck. It didn’t hurt when it happened, and