Each of us has someone that has had a major affect on our lives.
Hopefully, it is a positive affect. For me, it has been my Dad. In 1996, he
lost his battle with Alzheimer's. My Dad was a soft spoken, “gentle”
man. A pharmacist by profession, he touched many lives in the little rural town
near our home. Not only did he dispense medications for their physical pains,
he also took time to look beyond those pains, and he helped to mend their souls.
Over the years, I have heard many stories about “Dr. Neal.” The
common thread in all of their stories is the fact that he was a kind, patient
man, who genuinely cared about all living things. I’m grateful to have
known him, and I’ve been blessed to have had him for my Dad.