My dear friend Bill Walton
I met Bill when we moved to Winter Springs, Florida and joined First Baptist of Oviedo in the mid-80s. I knew Bill from a distance. You see, Bill made me nervous. Bill was born with Cerebral Palsy. As a result, Bill didn't have much use of his legs. He moved around using crutches. He was different and so, I avoided him. All this changed when another guy I knew at church invited me to be part of a morning men's group. I was unsure about getting involved in this, especially when he said we would meet at 5:30 AM! I was pretty much a "no go" when I heard that, but he asked me to give it four weeks--just four weeks. So, I agreed. Little did I know this group of men would come to mean

Valley of Harmons, Jamaica
A morning in Harmons. Joy in the eyes of a little girl as she greets the day. Her day will not be filled with shopping, or playing in the park, or swinging in the backyard, or playing with wonderful dolls, or watching Dora the Explore, or sitting in the cool of an air conditioned house.