He actually cared. That is such a big thing to me, to know that he cared, even though i knew him for only a week. I feel like i have a strong connection only because when i did spend time with him, it was in the name of God. We worshiped and prayed together, and grew in faith together. When we were holding hands, it was in prayer, when his arm was around me, it was in worship, when we talked, it was about God when he was holding me close, it was out of compassion, not simple need for touch, like most guys. Joanna wrote this about Jack B. Meisburg and now im writing it about Rollin A. Wonnell....*tear* i miss them both...mother