My cousin Adrian once spent a summer with us in the United States. It so happed to be the summer that my brother was going through the "let's rhyme everyone's name phase" (IE Jael the Bell, Jonathan Bonathan) He named cousin, Adrian the pan, but Adrian, because of his love of every thing america, insisted to be called Adrian the Bread. That's how I'll remember him, Adrian the bread.
Thanks to everyone who praid for my family, and sorry to all of you whose phone calls I ignored because I just didn't want to deal with anyone.
I think what I got out of this experience is that I don't get God sometimes, and that makes me angry sometimes, but in the end God is always going to be God, and God is always going to have an answer that makes so much sense that whatever suffering I feel now is going to pale in comparison to his plan.
Until I know what that is, I'll lovingly remember, Adrian the Bread.
PS. The film "The Good Shepard" with Matt Damon and Angelina Jolie was partly shot in the Dominican Republic. Adrian the Bread answered a casting call and got a roll as an extra, as a CIA agent. Check it out, maybe you'll see him.