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The man I love

Posted By Linda Bowles On 02/25/2002 @ 1:00 am In Commentary | Comments Disabled

This may very well be the last column I will write. I have taken leave from Creators Syndicate to care for my husband, who has been diagnosed by three separate doctors with inoperable, terminal brain cancer. I can’t see beyond the battle to the future.

We have had several inquiries from friends, readers and editors asking for more details. My dear friend and publisher of WorldNetDaily.com, Joseph Farah, asked a thoughtful question, which is the basis for this column.

Joseph said, “Our readers know you. They don’t know Warren. Could you tell us about him?”

Yes, I can tell you about my beloved, and I feel a strong need to do so. This is about my husband-hero, Warren. I have said of him and written that he is the wisest, smartest and most noble man in the United States, probably the known world, and possibly the entire mortal universe. I meant it.

When I married Warren J. Bowles, he was, at the time, the corporate vice-president and director of Human Resources for Fairchild Corporation, a multi-national, Fortune-500 electronics corporation based in Silicon Valley. After 12 years at the top of his profession at Fairchild, he organized his own consulting firm, advising and assisting boards of directors, company presidents and other executives, setting in place executive compensation arrangements and overseeing personnel activities.

My husband is a Phi Beta Kappa with degrees in Clinical Psychology. He is a pioneer in human resource management policies and philosophies. He has been published in business journals and lectured widely on “the human side of enterprise.” For several years, while at Texas Instruments, he taught a graduate seminar in “The Motivation to Work” at the University of Dallas, a required course for the MBA degree. He is an honored veteran of foreign wars and, when peace had come, honorably left the service as a captain, U.S. Army. He was 22 years old.

I cite his credentials because for more than a quarter of a century, he has been my mentor. I have had the advantage of a one-on-one learning relationship with him. He taught me how to write, he taught me how to think and reason, and he taught me how to deal as an equal with his peers, business executives, lawyers, doctors, brokers and politicians. He taught me everything from changing a flat tire on my car to speaking to a crowd of several thousand people.

On the quiet side, he taught me, from his heart to mine, a love of God and country. His chivalrous ways renewed my love of men. The only thing he didn’t teach me was how to live without him.

All of this is to say that if you know me, you know Warren.

The doctors have said this union will be broken. My Warren and I consider this a challenge. It is not our purpose to separate at this time or any time in the near future. We are in the battle of our lives. What we have then at issue is the cold judgment of science vs. our belief that miracles are possible, faith is rewarded, men and women joined together in prayer will be heard and that God, if it is His will, will give us a victory.

We believe that sometimes God says yes. After all, He is in charge. We are asking for His providence, recognizing all the while that we are unworthy, but understand the concept of unmerited favor and blessings.

This is not to believe that we deserve that which is not available to the millions of Americans out there with broken hearts, hurt bodies, grave sicknesses and mortal peril. Our chorus of prayers along with theirs is to enlist our God and Savior in giving our faltering world a shower of victories.

The English poet Robert Browning, although he never knew Warren, described him this way:

“One who never turned his back but marched breast forward,

Never doubted clouds would break,

Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph.”


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