Doug and I were buddies starting at Clayton. He lived just down the street from school so many days I would go to his house before going home. Him and his brother Paul both had Cystic Fibrosis and alternated sleeping in a special plastic covered vibrating bed to loosen the fluid from their lungs. He had two much older sisters and his parents were always nice to me and had me stay over for dinner many times. I remember gong to the Air Force Academy to watch a gratuation of one of his cousins. His Family drove this huge Pink International that was just a blast to ride in. Towards the end, Doug worked at Swedish Hospital and I would go visit him. Many , many great memories of Doug and Paul. I think of them here and then and always smile.
Doug was in my Theater Arts class. I knew he had CF, and asked if he minded if I asked him questions about the disease. I have always thought it helped people not feel so isolated if they feel they have someone they can talk too who doesn't look at whatever they are going through as something that makes them an outcast. He then asked me if I would like to go to a BaHai meeting with him. He took me to a couple of the religious meetings, and I was always amazed at Doug's gentle nature. One time a very fundamentalist man came to the meeting and began railing about how the BaHai faith was the Anti-Christ, and Doug layed his hand on the man's arm and asked him very gently "would Jesus yell at people to get his point across? This man is our leader. Would Christ scream at a man of God? We beleive in Christ." At that the man fumbled for his keys and stormed out of the door. Looking back I am amazed at how wisely Doug handled the situation. He actually used the Socratic method for bringing order out of chaos.
Timothy Paul King
Doug and I were buddies starting at Clayton. He lived just down the street from school so many days I would go to his house before going home. Him and his brother Paul both had Cystic Fibrosis and alternated sleeping in a special plastic covered vibrating bed to loosen the fluid from their lungs. He had two much older sisters and his parents were always nice to me and had me stay over for dinner many times. I remember gong to the Air Force Academy to watch a gratuation of one of his cousins. His Family drove this huge Pink International that was just a blast to ride in. Towards the end, Doug worked at Swedish Hospital and I would go visit him. Many , many great memories of Doug and Paul. I think of them here and then and always smile.
Jamie Patrice Renn (Eisele)
Doug was in my Theater Arts class. I knew he had CF, and asked if he minded if I asked him questions about the disease. I have always thought it helped people not feel so isolated if they feel they have someone they can talk too who doesn't look at whatever they are going through as something that makes them an outcast. He then asked me if I would like to go to a BaHai meeting with him. He took me to a couple of the religious meetings, and I was always amazed at Doug's gentle nature. One time a very fundamentalist man came to the meeting and began railing about how the BaHai faith was the Anti-Christ, and Doug layed his hand on the man's arm and asked him very gently "would Jesus yell at people to get his point across? This man is our leader. Would Christ scream at a man of God? We beleive in Christ." At that the man fumbled for his keys and stormed out of the door. Looking back I am amazed at how wisely Doug handled the situation. He actually used the Socratic method for bringing order out of chaos.