Jeffrey Johnson was born with the spirit of adventure. By the time he was four he had climbed up to the top of a big tree in his back yard. He had no idea why the people below him were running here and there until his mother started to call his name. When he answered her she panicked and told him not to move, at which time she sent his older cousin up to safely bring him back down.As the father of six, and the grandfather of six more, he loves to share his stories and photographs with his family and friends. So he is always typing out something, or a story, that he feels will find some wide eyes along the way.More recently he has been living in Thailand where he enjoys the culture and traveling with his wife.
After walking with Bobby for short distance we fell to the ground. Ladda and I were both screaming in pain. Bobby fell on top of us and was crying as I had never heard him cry before.“Stay with me,” he begged. “You must stay with me because I love both of you. I’m going to get us out of here now.”Bobby ran to gather up some rope we had previously left by the lake. He wanted to make sure we would n
I was walking around at work and deliberating the day’s activities that were ahead of me, when my mobile phone rang. It was my wife calling who had dropped me off, not more than thirty minutes before. She was frantic and crying. “I’m in the car. Something bit me – I’m Pain – I’m pain!”
The best I could do was to tell her I was coming and would meet her at the hospital. I dropped