Mar
24
2018
"You shall know the truth and the truth shall set you free." - Jesus
The most reliable teacher of all is your life experience. Your life experience proves each new day begins with a sunrise.
The promise of a new...
Mar
22
2018
Jeff Erickson has been my friend, mentor, and hero from the first day I met him at NBC Alaska Camps. Jeff loves people; especially the youth of Alaska. The fact Jeff is a devoted husband and father of a...
Mar
17
2018
Everyone delights in and appreciates an encouraging thank you shout out.
Alaska Airlines deserves a Fred Crowell - NBC Camps shoutout.
THANK YOU ALASKA AIRLINES - Excellence Award
First flight - basketball coach at UAF - 1965
800,000 mile+ flown
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Mar
17
2018
Fred,
I love reading your WOH. Thanks for thinking of me. The one of laughter hit a nerve in a good way. Growing up I had the good fortune of a mom and aunt, twins, who would spontaneously erupt in...
Mar
17
2018
NBC Camps Maui, 2011
Attended my first NBC Camp with my daughter that I love. I thought the camp was for her. I was wrong. God was speaking to my heart as I sat in the gym observing camp all week. I...
Mar
17
2018
I must repeat back to you, you're very words. Your commitment to write daily words of hope has been valuable to my mind and heart. I consider knowing you and learning from your gift of wisdom being one of...
Mar
17
2018
Thank you, Fred. What an amazing compliment from you and Susie. I feel like it has taken a long time to learn not to feel like I have to force knowledge and strength. I never want to be Napoleon....
Mar
17
2018
Had an amazing motivation message prior to the game from my close friend Coach Fred Crowell. Fred has a unique gift of helping young men see their destiny! He then had to go watch his granddaughter perform in a...
Mar
17
2018
I hope this email finds you well. It has been on my heart for the past month to email you. I had a great lunch with Ken Sugarman the other day and we talked about all the little things...
Mar
16
2018
So vividly the memory of a bad brag rests in my memory bank. It was my 9th-grade year; basketball was the brag. On the ride home Dad, teammate, and his father listened to my bad brag about my great...
