This morning we went to the annual Leadership Prayer Breakfast, held here in downtown Orlando at the Church Street Station Ball Room.
The speaker was Ed Kobal who told us the remarkable story of his life. Mr. Kobal overcame serious obstacles, worked hard, gave his life to God and became fabulously well to do. He is, or has been, a commercial real estate broker, among many other things.
I'm still pondering much of what he said.
Afterwards I read, in this morning's paper, the obituary of David Weeks, another commercial real estate broker. Mr. Weeks was a character who lived by his own rules to the end. The obit laid it all out there, just like he did when he was here among us.
We were reminded that, for decades, Mr. Weeks lived by this schedule:
The speaker was Ed Kobal who told us the remarkable story of his life. Mr. Kobal overcame serious obstacles, worked hard, gave his life to God and became fabulously well to do. He is, or has been, a commercial real estate broker, among many other things.
I'm still pondering much of what he said.
Afterwards I read, in this morning's paper, the obituary of David Weeks, another commercial real estate broker. Mr. Weeks was a character who lived by his own rules to the end. The obit laid it all out there, just like he did when he was here among us.
We were reminded that, for decades, Mr. Weeks lived by this schedule:
- 10 a.m. to noon: Work
- Noon to 2 p.m.: Drink and play pool at the University Club in downtown Orlando.
- 2 to 6 p.m.: Happy Hour
- 6 p.m.: Dinner
His friends and family remembered him as a whiskey loving, storytelling maverick, twice married, twice divorced, who play hard and worked as little as possible. He loved to play his guitar and drink with his dog Mamie (short for Cockamamie.) His friends called him "Crazy Davie."
But his daughter said he was a great father and I knew (of) him as being instrumental in feeding the homeless downtown.
Mr. Weeks died at age 84.
I'm sure some religious folks know exactly where Mr. Weeks is spending eternity. I don't know. My guess is that, somewhere out there, he's met up with a loving God. One who loves each and every one of us just as we are.
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But his daughter said he was a great father and I knew (of) him as being instrumental in feeding the homeless downtown.
Mr. Weeks died at age 84.
I'm sure some religious folks know exactly where Mr. Weeks is spending eternity. I don't know. My guess is that, somewhere out there, he's met up with a loving God. One who loves each and every one of us just as we are.
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