Emphasis Preaching Journal

Harry Daniels was my friend from the time we met as next-door neighbors. I was six years old and he was seven. It was known by everybody that Harry had "... a sickness." But even going to the city band concerts together and to the local basketball games, our close friendship never became a reason or excuse for Harry to mention his sickness to me. We cared for each other, in fact quite deeply. His family and mine were good neighbors on a comfortable little street in a quiet little town. But we never learned what was meant by Harry's sickness.