I have been gone from my home community for 20 years, so when I return, I am always reminded of what a strong and supportive community it is. Everyone greets me like I never left, and it makes me feel so warm and fuzzy. I recently visited my old community, to attend a funeral. The church in that community was built in 1967 and remains in great shape. You know you are in a church when you sit on strong wooden pews, there is a choir loft, sturdy pulpit and of course the big cross right at the front. It was a beautiful church when it was built and remains so. The only real change is that the regal bright red carpet has been replaced. As I drove up to the church, I saw the old firetruck and the new firetruck gleaming. They were ready to take the longtime volunteer Fire Chief to his final resting place at the cemetery. Off to the side were the volunteer fire fighters, they were all dressed in matching black shirts embossed with the fire fighter insignia. Once I was seated i...