The Strongest Woman I Have Ever Known

(WARNING--The following post was added by stealth, without the knowledge or consent of Good Ol’ Mrs. Wilson, by a collaboration of someone who still has difficulties with the concept of growing up, and someone who should know better than to compromise a password. Laws may not have been broken, but the guilty parties are on thin ice and had better be circumspect in the future. I presume the password will be changed soon.)

Whilst there is yet time, let me tell you of the strongest woman I have ever known.

Despite skipping a grade in school and thereafter traveling with the next older class, she finished in the top 2% of her class

At the age of sixteen, she journeyed by Greyhound bus from Wallace, Michigan, to central Mexico to help with missionary work and begin a life devoted to missions, second only to her devotion to her family

With a diagnosis of Stage Four Ovarian Cancer, she began a fight—braving the most unkind chemicals available—stretching a prognosis of three months into more than two years and three months, and still counting

While engaged in this epic battle, she has continued:
• to do a full-time job editing a respected magazine
• to travel more than most sane people would attempt
• to witness the marriage of one grandson
• to witness the births of two great-grandchildren
• to be an encouragement to hundreds (perhaps thousands) through her daily blogs
• to host a family reunion on remote Cat Island
• to cultivate friendships with many who needed friends
• to lead a fight against slavery, wherever it is found in this world
• to spur on to greatness all of her children and grandchildren
• to make all who know her proud to know her

In her many years of experience, she has learned to focus on the good traits of everyone she knows so that they overshadow the bad ones. In so doing, she has become more Christ-like and has been instrumental in the recipients of her charity becoming more like Christ as well

All without complaining or indulging in self-pity

Did I mention that she can leap tall buildings with a single bound? Well, maybe not so much.

Let me introduce to you my big sister, Carol Wilson.

Signed,


He who was formerly known as Danny