Don't get me wrong. Things could be worse for me. If I lose another toes, or more, I'll still consider myself lucky. I've had moments that were dire. My blood sugar has bottomed a few times in the past. One night, while in jail, it bottomed below 30 and I apparently passed out. I remember every other inmate, in my cell block, banging and rattling their cell bars, just to get the attention of the guards. That was support. And they wished me well as I was removed fro the cell block by emergency personnel. God has blessed me with those moments, over and over.


Rick Maines