Ron's Story

I didn't actually meet Jonathan, but I saw him playing and training. Sometime in the mid 1970's, I was driving North on Highway 1 and had crossed over Bixby Bridge. The girl I was with told me to pull into the next turnout overlooking the ocean.

I did. I opened the car door for her and she handed me a present. She told me to go sit on a rock overlooking the ocean and read THE BOOK. I did. I have never been the same.

I came away from that experience with an entirely better point of view thanks to that girl, you, and Jonathan. I cherish all of you.

I look at seagulls, hawks, pigeons and people much differently today then I did before that rest stop.