Turning Points
Life is a journey. It has a beginning and it has an end. All along its path are events, places
and people who are turning points. Here, I relate some of these turning points in my own
journey. Hopefully, the stories will illuminate and maybe entertain some of those who care
enough to read.
Life is a journey. It has a beginning and it has an end. All along its path are events, places
and people who are turning points. Here, I relate some of these turning points in my own
journey. Hopefully, the stories will illuminate and maybe entertain some of those who care
enough to read.
| Ed October 27, 2006 |
I can’t say our personalities were similar nor our backgrounds. Ed was an only child and although
he himself was a Lutheran, his mother was a Christian Scientist and his father was an agnostic.
Ed was a good bit beyond me academically but was behind in sports and other physical
endeavors.
We pal’d around a lot in the days of college when we both wished we had girl friends but didn’t. At
night we would drive all over the county doing not a thing but talking and “killing rats” as we called
it. We joked about drinking scotch to relieve our frustration but in truth, I never touched the stuff
though Ed did at times when on his own. We laughed hilariously at antics of Nick Weber, an older
but eccentric fellow at the telephone company where we co-oped for a quarter. Nick loved to quote
Jackie Gleason's, “How sweet it is!” as his standard exclamation. We mimicked that and Nick
himself seemed to enjoy the attention from two younger guys.
In our senior year, when a classmate announced before one of the EE classes that he was going
to start a personal bible study in his dorm room on Saturday mornings for anyone who might be
interested, the only other person besides me who responded was Ed. We three met week after
week examining together the simple truths in the gospel about God and man, sin and salvation. It
was the open doorway to a completely new life for us both as we understood for the first time the
true meaning of life.
Later, when Ed married, I was his best man. But unfortunately, it was after several years of neglect
of our friendship before I took that same step myself and by that time Ed was on a different path.
Though we saw each other occasionally at Southern Bell, in time and with my transfer to
Birmingham, a precious friendship withered. And I regret it.
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Neglected, the most beautiful rose bush will wither.
And so it is with the closest friendships of our youth.
Ed Cambron and I were on congruent paths from high
school days when we were in ham radio together,
through college as students in engineering school,
co-oping with the telephone company and in bible
study where we were both saved in 1963.
And so it is with the closest friendships of our youth.
Ed Cambron and I were on congruent paths from high
school days when we were in ham radio together,
through college as students in engineering school,
co-oping with the telephone company and in bible
study where we were both saved in 1963.
