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    He's My Son: From the Road to Glory
    He's My Son: From the Road to Glory
    He's My Son: From the Road to Glory
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    He's My Son: From the Road to Glory

    By Aaron C. Rhodes

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    HES MY SON is the true story of a six-year-old childs courageous fight for his life after a traumatic accident and the power of prayer to help his family cope during this time. Throughout the ordeal, the little boys father deals with grief, fear, and regret, only to be given hope through his wifes unwavering faith that Christ would heal their son. The family would find their strong tower in Christ during this time and would refuse to give up hope, even against professional medical opinion. Finally, when the day of truth came for the little boy, all the family had to rely on was their faith in Christ and each other. Through this story, a person can gain hope in a hopeless situation by just doing one simple thing. Always trust in God and keep faith that He will be with you in a time of need.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWestBow Press
    Release dateJul 8, 2013
    ISBN9781490800493
    He's My Son: From the Road to Glory
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    Aaron C. Rhodes

    Aaron C. Rhodes is a award winning author, healthcare leader and public speaker. His next book, Redeemed, will be out in Fall 2016. He is married to Teresa and has three sons, Landyn, Warner, and Maverick. Aaron and his family currently live in the North Dallas area.

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      He's My Son - Aaron C. Rhodes

      HE’S MY

      SON

      From The Road To Glory

      AARON C. RHODES

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      Copyright © 2013 AARON C. RHODES.

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      ISBN: 978-1-4908-0050-9 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4908-0051-6 (hc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4908-0049-3 (e)

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2013912009

      WestBow Press rev. date: 7/3/2013

      CONTENTS

      Chapter 1

      September 1984

      Chapter 2

      Sunday, September 9, 2001

      Chapter 3

      Monday, September 10, 2001

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Tuesday, September 11, 2001

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Wednesday, September 12, 2001

      Chapter 11

      Thursday, September 13, 2001

      Chapter 12

      Chapter 13

      Chapter 14

      Chapter 15

      Chapter 16

      Chapter 17

      Chapter 18

      Chapter 19

      Chapter 20

      Chapter 21

      Chapter 22

      Chapter 23

      September 17, 2001

      Chapter 24

      Chapter 25

      Chapter 26

      Chapter 27

      Chapter 28

      Chapter 29

      Chapter 30

      Chapter 31

      Chapter 32

      Chapter 33

      Chapter 34

      Chapter 35

      Dedicated to Landyn Rhodes, Decema J. Shaw, and Lanham Gaylon Townsend

      I want to acknowledge Kara Jennings, Zelda Townsend, Barbara Rogers, Lynda Tucker, and most important, my amazing wife, Teresa Rhodes, for without her, I wouldn’t be here today.

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      Landyn

      CHAPTER 1

      SEPTEMBER 1984

      These were the days I had always dreaded. Being nine years old, I didn’t have many memories except of toys, BB guns, and cartoons. However, if an event ever stood out as a bad memory, it would be the day of the annual father–son breakfast at Pease Elementary in Odessa, Texas. I have a great mother and terrific grandparents, who gave all they could for my siblings and me. This was something none of them could help. I was lucky to have my twin brother, Adam, with me as we were led to the fatherless table in the lunchroom. We tried the best we could to eat our lunch as fast as possible so we could get out of there and onto the playground, where no one had their dads with them. Father after father brought Burger Place or Pizza Time into the cafeteria for their sons. Many of my friends happily sat with their fathers, eating and laughing. I resented this a little and wished this day would go away. I would see one of my friends receive a bear hug from his dad while laughing and talking with him. I wished for that to be me.

      With only half his food eaten, Adam had enough and got up to go outside. I happily left the lunchroom with him and headed to the playground. We usually played tetherball or kickball, but this time, we just walked around. I asked Adam if he wished we had a dad, and he said yes. I told him if I ever had kids, I would always be with them and never let them feel like we did that day. He said he would do the same. Adam just wanted to go home. I did as well. But it wasn’t going to happen; we just had to stick it out. As we continued our walk, I dreamed of the day I would have kids. I decided I would name my son Landyn, after my grandfather. I thought of being there for him and never leaving his side. I especially wanted to be there for him when he was sad so I could give him a great big hug, just like the hug I needed then. Adam and I continued our walk on the playground while wishing we were somewhere else.

      Once we were home, I sat on our swing that hung under the patio. We were living at my grandparents’ house in Odessa. I loved being out there, because it was so spacious. My grandparents, Zelda and Gaylon, had purchased a larger home with the anticipation that family might live with them. The property was on three acres and included horse stalls. My grandparents had one horse, which actually belonged to my mother. The horse was solid white, and we called her Tonka. From the swing I could see Tonka and would often sit there when I was sad.

      It had been a hard day at school. Now that I was home, it was easier to get emotional, and I started crying. I heard someone ask, Are you okay? I turned and saw it was Gaylon. He noticed I was crying and came around to sit on the swing with me. Gaylon always carried a handkerchief in his pocket, and he pulled it out to wipe my face. Gaylon was always very gentle and had a soothing spirit. He put one arm around me and wiped my face with the other. We sat there in silence for a little while, as Gaylon let me get the sadness out of my system. Once I settled down, he asked, What is bothering you? I explained to him about father–son day and that I was upset my father didn’t want to be with us.

      Gaylon replied, We don’t know why people do bad things to others, especially when it’s to their own kids. The most important thing you can learn from the experience is to strive to be a better man when you get older and to always be there for your family.

      I asked if I could be like him when I got older. He responded, You need to be like Christ. He always acted out of love and compassion for everyone He met. Men can let you down, but Christ never does. I asked if he believed in Christ, and he said yes and that’s why he lived the way he did.

      While Gaylon and I swung on the swing, I prayed to God He would make me like Him and that He would come into my heart. I also asked that He one day made me a good daddy, just like Gaylon was to me. All of a sudden, everything seemed better. I was very happy to have Gaylon on the swing with me and Christ in my heart. We swung for a long time, and I kept wishing we could stay on it forever.

      CHAPTER 2

      SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 9, 2001

      Pease Elementary hadn’t changed much over the years. The best part about the school was the large playground on its property. I had brought my own son, Landyn, to play on the same playground where I played as a child. His hand seemed so small in mine as we held the kite string. I could see the joy in Landyn’s eyes as the kite dipped and dove. My smile grew bigger as Landyn’s little laugh got louder with each dive of the kite bringing it closer to the ground. I marveled at how his beautiful brown hair matched his brown eyes. He was warm in my lap as I held him. I knew that moment would be one of the best memories of my lifetime—you know, one of those times in life when everything stops and all is perfect. I never wanted that moment to end.

      Teresa sat against me, one arm around me and the other

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