This beats the " Miracle On Ice" of 1980

I was in Half Moon Bay, CA for the FFA State convention. Back then (1980), the Olympics were not televised live. We were facing the USSR in hockey and it was at the height of the cold war. They hated us and the feeling was definitely mutual. Our amateur all star team were HUGE underdogs to the professional team assembled for the Olympics. Hell, the Ruskies had beaten an NHL all star team badly weeks before the match. Honestly, most people were hoping the Soviets didn't blow us out. A 3-1 loss would have been a psychological victory for sure.

Well, most of  you know the ending here. We beat the commies and went on to win the gold medal.(trivia-we had to beat Finland to actually win the gold medal)  It's still one of the most unlikely sports stories of all time. It shouldn't and couldn't have happened...But it did..

Fast forward to 2015. My beautifully tough wife was diagnosed with breast cancer in February. She faced an uphill battle against a brutal disease. The odds were definitely against the little gal. Sixteen rounds of chemo with some experimental poisons thrown in for extra credit. Well, I am here to say that with only one round of chemo left in the books, we are headed to Rome and Capri, Italy late tomorrow night! Christina delayed her last treatment one week (Aug 12th to be exact) to go on this trip. We won't be making this trip without help. One of our Angels, "K", has been instrumental in helping C and I through our journey. Without him, I am not sure where we would be exactly. Countless friends, co-workers and family have sent positive messages and texts to myself and Christina from day one. It continues up to today when I received a call from a friend in Utah wishing us the best. We feel your prayers and lean on your words of encouragement in tough times. Trust me..

So the next time I post, I hope to include pictures of the Amalfi Coast or the Vatican and Colosseum. Remember.....no matter the odds.....you can win. And we are blessed with every breath of air we take:)

P.S-  FFA stands for Future Farmers of America and I was running for Treasurer as a Sophomore, the first ever to do so in CA...I lost the election because of "hanging chads." And some ass-hat ruined the surprise and told us the U.S. had won. We still watched every damn second!