I remember the heat of the sweltering June sun. I remember hoping to grow in my faith at Alto Frio Baptist encampment. I remember meeting him.
Tall, tan and dreamy, there he was, Thomas Ray Vickery,...
His inhumanely thin, tree-branch legs spoke of the countless paths he had traveled. The dark patches of weathered skin ran down from the stubble on his face to the tattoo of a Nigerian flag. His knobby,...
