Ironically I am writing this tribute while I am listening to a song that says, it is okay to cry, and it’s okay to fall apart…Prior to the first person to come by our accident, I remember sitting on the side of the road, starring at a tree, listening to the river, and asking God - please just let me know that I am going to be alright. I met Mr. Ed while I was sitting in the passenger seat of a truck, bleeding, broken, scared, and slowly falling apart. He and Andy happened upon Mush’s & my accident in December of 1988 on the river road. Mr. Ed came up to me, and asked, ‘so, what’s going on here?’ KR Emergency Volunteers we’re already with me, but he was the only person to tell me, “you’re going to be alright”…I believed him - God answered. Mr. Ed asked me questions, checking for cognitive functioning, which of course me being me, argued one of my answers to be correct! I knew of him, I had even spoken with him on the phone, but I had never met him until that moment - God truly knows when we need certain people to enter our lives, I know this to be true…I just needed to hear that I was going to be alright - I just needed to laugh, talk about football i(t was a a Purdue/Oregon thing hahaha), and presidents (I was right by the way-Bush won, haha). Thank you Mr. Ed ~ I’m alright.