Typically, rejection is the greatest fear facing men, but for men who choose to run for political office, they must choose to put those specific fears aside.
When I was a boy, my family attended FBC Jackson every Sunday, and many Sunday mornings, Bob, Darlene, and I would sit directly behind the Waller family. Mrs. Waller (Don's mother) typically came to church with a hibiscus bloom pinned to her blouse (if it were this time of year). I remember this because back in the '80s is when churches began having formal "greeting time" during the service, and First Baptist was no different. Ms. Waller would always turn around and say hello, and I'd comment on the beauty of her hibiscus bloom - moreso to be a know-it-all kid than anything else. She would always smile back at me politely prior to acknowledging the frivolities of my botanical knowledge. I loved it!
Fast forward to 2014 and Rob's in over his head via deep emotional trauma, and subsequently ends up in Mrs. Waller's son's office at Summit Counseling. From there, I attend her son's "group" that following Wednesday night, and the rest, as they say, is history.
Each of you has a personal story as to how you came to know Don Waller intimately, though none of you likely have a similar tangential connection to his family as I do.
Nonetheless, I know you care about Don and by association, his family, therefore on behalf of the Waller clan, especially over the next 30 days, be in prayer.
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| Top photo looks to be in the spirit of Samson Society. Governor Waller had great hair. |
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| Taken during first Samson Society retreat - late Spring of 2016. |
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| Fun at Andrew's abode. |
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