This is in honor of "Brother"

Jack William Thomas

on Father's Day, June 18, 2000.
Updated August 7, 2011
Updated August 7, 2013

Updated October 20, 2014
August 7, 1933 - May 19, 2014

photo of my brother, Jack W. Thomas

The following story describes perfectly the nature of my brother.


by C. Roy Angell
Copied from The Guideposts Christmas Treasury

Paul received an automobile from his brother as a Christmas present. On Christmas Eve when Paul came out of his office, a street urchin was walking around the shiny new car, admiring it.

"Is this your car, Mister?" he asked.

Paul nodded. "My brother gave it to me for Christmas." The boy was astounded. "You mean your brother gave it to you and it didn't cost you nothing? Boy, I wish..." He hesitated. Of course Paul knew what he was going to wish for. He was going to wish he had a brother like that. But what the lad said jarred Paul all the way down to his heels.

"I wish," the boy went on, "that I could be a brother like that."

Paul looked at the boy in astonishment, then impulsively he added, "Would you like to take a ride in my automobile?"

"Oh yes, I'd love that."

After a short ride, the boy turned and with his eyes aglow, said, "Mister, would you mind driving in front of my house?" Paul smiled a little. He thought he knew what the lad wanted. He wanted to show his neighbors that he could ride home in a big automobile. But Paul was wrong again.

"Will you stop where those two steps are?" the boy asked. He ran up the steps. Then in a little while Paul heard him coming back, but he was not coming fast. He was carrying his little crippled brother. He sat him down on the bottom step, then sort of squeezed up against him and pointed to the car. "There she is, Buddy, just like I told you upstairs. His brother gave it to him for Christmas and it didn't cost him a cent. And some day I'm gonna give you one just like it...then you can see for yourself all the pretty things in the Christmas windows that I've been trying to tell you about."

Paul got out and lifted the lad to the front seat of his car. The shining-eyed older brother climbed in beside him and the three of them began a memorable holiday ride.

That Christmas Eve, Paul learned what Jesus meant when he had said:
"It is more blessed to give than to receive."

My Wish for the World Is That We all Could Be Brothers Like That.

I'm So Thankful to Have a Brother Like That.
I Love You, Brother!!
    From your sister, Carol.


My brother, the oldest child of my family, called "Brother" by his siblings, has always been very important in my life, having been a father/mother figure for me, the youngest of the family.

He is ten years older than I, and was Mama's helper. I was ten when he left home to go to work and to the Air Force. To say that I missed him is a huge understatement. He was wonderful to write letters back-home to his family which helped a lot and when he returned home, we all rejoiced.

One of the first things he did was buy a new 1957 blue and white car. I was 15 then and true to his nature, he taught me to drive in his new car. He was my most persistent encourager to buy my computer and is one of my strongest supporters in every way.

If you can't tell by now, I love my Brother. Sadly, he
left this earthly life on May 19, 2014, after a courageous
battle with cancer. We are comforted with the verses from
God's Holy Word, "For we know that if our earthly house
of this tabernacle were dissolved, we have a building of God,
an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. 2 Corinthians 5:1.
And we know we shall be with our loved ones eternally.
1 Thessalonians 4:13-18 tells us about the return of the Lord.
13But I would not have you to be ignorant, brethren,
concerning them which are asleep, that ye sorrow not,
even as others which have no hope.
14For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again,
even so them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with him.
15For this we say unto you by the word of the Lord,
that we which are alive and remain unto the coming of the Lord
shall not prevent them which are asleep.
16For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout,
with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God:
and the dead in Christ shall rise first:
17Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up
together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air:
and so shall we ever be with the Lord.
18Wherefore comfort one another with these words.

Lorene Thomas, My Mother
Buddy Thomas, My Father
Janell Thomas Wallace, My Sister
Jerry Thomas, My Brother
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