|With Mike with the van he never let me drive. I believe it's in front of his |
|Mike with our host in the depths|
of Hexham Abbey
before my performance at
If you're waiting to give your heart to the Lord, don't bet your eternity on later. I now treasure more than ever the long conversations Mike and I had about the Lord on that 16-city tour.
Why not give your life to the Lord now.
|Mike in Plymouth, Devon, |
with our host at that
His creative excuses for not letting me drive: Mike: "You're not on the insurance." Hundreds of miles roll by. Me: "There's the rental shop!" Mike: "Yeah, but because you're an actor they might assume you'll connect with other actors and make mischief." Me: "You just don't want me to drive." Turns out his father was a lorry driver, and one morning he met a car coming off the slip THE WRONG WAY after traveling at least 14 miles on the wrong side of the expressway! He was sure that the "wrong way" driver was a foreigner so my chances of driving on that trip were zero.
|Mike atop Hadrian's|
One night we were parking, and I mentioned to Mike and his daughter Rachel (who was with us at the time) that in the States I had never seen anyone park on the sidewalk. "It's a path," Rachel corrected. Me: "What?" Rachel: "It's not a sidewalk, it's a path." Between Mike's family and the many wonderful people I met on that journey I picked up 21 new British phrases on the 21 days of the tour. They were all things I'd never heard before at that time of my life.
Mike was insistent on some cardio work before stretching, so my acting students have Mike to thank for many of the regulars in my warm-up routines.
Though I haven't seen Mike in almost 15 years, thanks to Facebook we reconnected rather recently, and I just sobbed and sobbed when I read the news of his death. It's amazing the impact one soul can have on another. My prayers and condolences cross the Pond to Linda and his girls and all who knew and appreciated him.