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Razorback Sleigh


We are so very proud of our Razorback Sleigh. One of the maintenance men at my school loves Arkansas as much as we do. He made this for us one weekend and surprised me with it at work the next week. He is a wonderful man with a huge heart. He wouldn't let us pay him so we bought him some Arkansas team wear as payment. Please pray for this nice man who has become a dear friend to me. His name is Wayne. Wayne made this for us while his wife is dying at home of many health complications. Hospice is now in the home with them and it is just a matter of time. Wayne keeps doing for others while he is having his world turned upside down. He also has a matching Razorback sleigh in his yard and is super excited about Christmas. That melts my heart, really. I love when God puts people like Wayne in my life. It causes me to count my blessings and focus on what really matters in life. Go Hogs and find us a coach!
Abby


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Mandy said…
What a wonderful man Wayne must be!! Especially if he loves our Hogs so much! Cute sleigh! I agree! We need a coach- but not just any coach.....
I'm so honored to be one of your links! WOW! And even though I'm an Alabama fan...the sleigh is quite cute!

Rock on with your sweet potato self!
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Anonymous said…
The sleigh is first class, front row, top of the heap. I'm proud you have it and I love your allegiance to your home state. Now that "MY Coach" is in Mississippi I have cast my allegiance with my home state.
Arkansas was good to me for almost 40 years...but 'Old Magnolia Mouth' is back home and Houston is here with me.
Merry Christmas to all

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