my mantra, All is Well.

When the attack first happened in the garage and I heard the scuffle on Denny's side of the car, I immediately thought a dog had somehow got in the garage. I looked to my left, saw they gun to his face and jumped out of my side to go help. Immediately I was captured by another gun man. I became like a tiger and fought him. Denny yelled to me, Calmate, Todo esta bien.  The hour of terror continued, I kept this phrase in my mind. All is well.

What do you do? All wasn't well. The word says All is well. It doesn't just mean when everything in the natural is well.

One of our Cincel students painted this for my office. I will treasure it forever.