), and had never been inside any other type of church other than a Catholic church...until 2006 when my wife and I were invited to attend this event. Back then, the event took place on Saturday night of the Phoenix Open. Needless to say, I was blown away by the experience. So much so that the next day (Sunday), we decided to try Highlands instead of attending our Catholic Church. Well, here we are 9 years later and we've never gone back to the Catholic Church. I love Highlands. No place is perfect of course, but I greatly appreciate their spirit and their hearts. It's truly a special place...
That's cool TJ! Sorry about your dad, but great to know that Pastor Les spoke at his service!
I was born and raised Catholic (I'm Italian after all
That's right Reddog. I believe the entire Pastoral group at Highlands got started at SBC. Les Hughey, Bob Wade, Mark Yule and Jason Fritz... along with the huge amount of workers and volunteers, they make belonging to Highlands a true pleasure. I owe them a huge Thank You for all that they do in and around the valley, as well as around the world... but also for me and my family. Today, I am 100x better of a husband, father, son, brother, friend and leader of a company, as I was 9 years ago... So not perfect... but better than I was...
Yep... I'm from back east (Greenwich, CT). Played football in high school and our mascot was the Cardinals. I graduated in 1982. Coming here to AZ was great for a ton of reasons, not least of which was that the Arizona Cardinals wore the exact same uniforms as what I wore in high school!!
My claim to fame is that I played ball (since we were kids) with Steve Young. Steve graduated 2 years a head of me... However, when I was playing JV in 10th grade, our coach would often have us scrimmage the varsity team whenever he felt we were getting too big for our britches (we went 11 & 0 that year). I played safety and weighed 170 pounds soaking wet... Steve was of course the QB and at that time, our varsity team ran the wishbone offense, whcih essentially meant Steve would take the snap and outrun everyone to the endzone. He was always bigger, stronger and faster than most kids through high school. One rainy day, we scrimmaged varsity and Steve took the snap, ran around the end and was about to rip off another long TD run. I stepped up from my safety position and tried (in vain) to tackle him... all I remember is putting my head down and his knee popping me in the helmet and then, nothing but a big blue star... I think I was out for 15 seconds or so... and ended up with Steve's cleat-marks down the front of my jersey...
Probably more than you bargained for there Reddog... sorry...
