When I started this site i was in my sophmore year here at liberty. By then I had already had some rather interesting experiences in the college life. Let me see if can lay some of them out for you. I will try to add at least one new story here at the end of each semester so keep it bookmarked if you enjoy reading the saga of a poor country boy living at college in a city seven hundred miles from home.

Christmas Break 2003-2004: Souphmore year: Old Time Miricle in a new time age.
Some say that Christmas is a time of joy, a time of peace, and a time of miricles. Well I found that out first hand this break. When I leaft Liberty I still had not registered for classes because I owed to much on my student account. The entire break I kept wondering if i was going to be able to get the money in time to register for this year. At the last moment, my pastor called me and said that my account was open for registration. He and group of other supporters had been able to get up enough to pay off my account. But the real miricle happened 0n sunday, the day before I was supposed to leave. It started on saturday, I had gone down to the train station to buy my ticket but there was no one there. So I decidedto come back after church on Sunday. When we arrived at church however, I was in far a major surprise. The "Old Time Gosple Hour Quartet" from Thomas Road baptist Church in Lynchburg Virginia was singing at the church that morning. It seems they had a prior engagement cancelled on them so they decided to drop by our place. When I told them that I was heading up here the next day and that I had not yet bought my 86$ ticket, they simply replied "get on the bus". At first I thought they were joking but 2 hours later I was on the bus on my back to Liberty riding in style with a great group of truley God-gifted men. It was a great experience to hear this group singing Allan Jackson and Toby Keith country songs. The storys of some of their road trips was amazing also. One day I may see about doing a road trip video with them. Keep singing fellows and thanks for the ride.

Souphmore Year: Fall 2003 (December 15)
Well, here I sit about thirty minutes from taking my first final of the semester. i have three more after this, one tuesday at 5 and two on wendsaday at 8 and 11. so I will now take this oppertunity while wasting time to reflect on the past semester. It has been another fun filled semester here at Liberty. first of all I started this site which now seems to be taking up most of my free time, a good past time if you have the will to work with over sensitive computers. My car was broken into just a few weeks after arriving and two trumpets were stolen. Fortuntly it seems to all have been a joke, because we found the trunpets sitting in a parking lot not far from the site where my car was. Also closer to the end of the semester, my parking decal was stolen of the back of my car. Now this one has me really stumped. I am in the new dorms over on east campus (commonly called "the Promised Land") and we have the worst parking on campus. It does not make any sence that someone would steal a decal that gave the right to park almost a mile away from the main academic building. Someone has it out for my car and if i find out who I will do the bibcal thing and send him to God and let God have the vengence he deserves. (sinister laughter) One thing happened that did take away some of the fun this year, My grandmother, Gladys Simmons, passed away on saturday November 15 at 3:00 AM. It has been hard on the family as is expected but we are comforted to know that she was a Bible believing, Blood bought Christian and that she is now in heaven watching us and preparing the table for our great thanksgiving reunion. we love you Mawmaw, have fun until we get there.
Just as a side note, I have been telling of some of my travel experiences, well here is another one. this thanksgiving i got my first chance to ride the rails on an Amtrac train. here was a great experience in true American life. The country side flashed before us as we speed down the tracks and they drained every dime they could from me at dinner. expensive food but good. i highly suggest that every American take a train somewhere at least once in their lifes, just to say that they survived it.

Frshman year: Spring 2003
I think the most rembered thing this semester is my trip home for my grandmothers anniversary. I decided to take the plane out of Lynchburg because it would be a faster trip, I thought. You must first of all understand that this was my first flight. i had never been off the ground higher than a tall building. My mother was always a strong believer in the verse "LOW I am with you always": so in turn so was I. I was supposed to leave at 6:30 PM on friday night. Since they always tell first timers to be there an hour early I arrived at 5:00 just to be safe. I sat there for an hour and half waiting on the plane to arrive. It finally taxied in and I bordered and quickly realized I was not on a plane, it was a flying crackerjack box. the thing held a total of twenty one people including the pilate and copilate (the only crew there). we sat there for a few minutes as they warmed the engins and my addreneline began to pump. suddenly the one engine shut down and we were asked to leave the plan because they could not get the right engine to turn over. "It should be about thirty minutes before you can reboard", they said. Fifteen minutes later a new announcement came over the intercom asking for anyone from that flight with a connection to come to the front desk. I then found out that the frost the night before had frozen the props and that the flight would not be taking off that night. They quickly reschedual me for a new flight to leave that night at 7:30. so i sit there for another hour watching planes fly in, but none fly out. Within the hour, five flights are cancelled including my new one. Once again I am rescedualed, this time for the next morning at 8:30. The problem is I had a friend drive me down so I have no car. I have no phone to call friends or even numbers to call them with, and no cash to get a cab since they told me not to bring any. The airline claims they will cover the cab because it was their mess up that got me here to start with. I got in the cab, showed him the voucher and we left. when we arrived back at the dorm, he ask me to pay 8 dollars. I tell him that was what the voucher was for. "ohh, we don't take those, Dawg". he says cooly. First of all I am not a dog and second why didn't he tell me that BEFORE we left the airport. He wont take check or debit card so instead he copies my licencences and claim to call the cops. (I don't think he ever did though). so the next morning I go back to the airport and a wing (maybe not the best word) a hope and a Prayer that I will finally be able to leave. The plane finnaly arrives and we once again board. this time they actually shut the doors and begin to taxy out, we're actually going to do this. It is at this point that I realize I am in what they call the E seat. This is the seat on the plane where if anything happens you are responsible for the lives of everyone else. Then the pilot leans over to me and begins to explain that if anything happens "I" am to push the handel on the door and watch it free fall. "Then what?" I think, "jump out after it!!!". I'm not going to be jumping out of the plane, if anything I will be praying, and wetting my pants. sorry. However, I at this point I am to mortified to say anything, so there I sat as the plane took off and I watched the ground drop below and wondered what whould happen if i did have to use that door suddenly. Luckly I never found out, the flight went off with out a hitch as did the return back, but I will never forget that flight. It was possibly the most frighting and most exilarating thing in my life.

FRESHMAN YEAR: Fall 2002
OK, just getting here was an act of God. When I first attended Liberty for "College for a Weekend" I felt that this was the place God wanted me. I prayed to him then that if it was his will for me to be here, he would provide the finances and a way. I prayed diligintly for this all summer. somewhere during that time, part of my prayer was answered (or at least I was reassured of some kind of supernatural work) when my Pastor took me to his office, told me that he had been a student at Liberty and that he was giving me a one thousand dollar yearly scholarship. this of course did not fix all my problems but it did help comfort me. It was not until the last day of the summer that my world would be forever rocked upside down. I was working hard with my father who is a general carpeter in his own company. We were trying to finish the roof on a house so we could have the check to travel on starting the next day. It had been raining off and on all morning so I was hot and exausted very quickly. At one point, my father climed down to go talk to the owner as I kept working. In a few moments he returned with the owner and the next door neighbor who just happened to be a retired pastor ar a local church. My father told I may want to sit down to hear what the pastor had to say but I refused the offer and decided to stand. The pastor then revealed to me the he and his current pastor had been praying that morning and somehow felt that they needed to support me in someway. (I had told this man about me going to liberty but had revealed nothing of financial needes nor the lack of a trust worthy car.) the Pastor and his church had decided -out of the blue- to provide me with a rantal car, traveling cash and payback for all hotel expences and gas money there and back. Now I decided to have a sit, for if i hadn't I would have fell off the house. My head began to spin, my heart began to pound, and i began to wonder what in heavens name I had gotten myself into. Well, as the story goes, I mad it here, survived my first semester and am now about 8 days away from finishing my third. God has been good to me and provided me with the things I need and some extra item such as dress suits and food, thanks to the lighthouse class at Open Door Baptist for all the suits you have given me, without you I would probably be walking around campus in only the cloths that God gave me (none). thank you, and i will keep you in my prayers.

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