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"I was totally devastated, hardly knew my own name," Jack said, reflecting on his shock that day, and the horrific news he would have to identify his mother and father’s remains. "They put me in the back of the trooper’s car as if I were arrested."

Left were only childhood memories of growing up in Canon City, until he went off to college and his dad, a New Jersey Zinc Co. manager, was transferred to Dalzell, Ill. Those early years had been happy times, when his mom worked at the local hospital and was a leader in their faith community. His dad, ever the encourager, helped his young son become an early entrepreneur.

"I started a fishing worm business at 7 years old," Jack said, thinking back on the roughhewn sign advertising fruits and vegetables from their acreage. "So many came through on (U.S.) 50 to go fishing for rainbow trout, and they needed worms. I started making a lot of money — more than some adults at that time."

But those idyllic days were past, and what lay ahead was financial and emotional debris. A lawsuit by the cattle company destroyed the family’s estate, and with it any hope of Jack returning to Southern Colorado State University in Pueblo. With only $1,400 in his pocket and a used car to drive, Jack forged ahead for years on a trail of grief.

By his third marriage, Jack had eight children and a life in Ft. Collins that some might have envied. He and his wife had rental properties, Harley-Davidson motorcycles, nice cars, including a "beautiful truck," Jack said, and a motorhome. Their savings account was plush, but ruin was on the horizon.

"I don’t cry often, but that morning I was so distraught. I had no hope," Jack said, remembering how he had blindly wept as he walked his dog toward a nearby field, and then caught sight of a breathtaking scene. "The hoarfrost was everywhere, like one- or two-inch ropes of tinsel on everything. I stopped and put my arms up in the air and I said, ‘God please help me!’ "

"I looked back up — the sunshine was blinding — and a loud inner voice beyond my own thoughts said, ‘Give me your heart. Come follow me. Every step you take in my name I will bless you forever,’ " Jack said, remembering the indescribable love and warmth that penetrated his very being. "It was the most pleasant thing I’ve ever felt, and then suddenly all these doves flew up from behind my head. At the same time the frost broke and there were bright particles of ice floating around the birds as they flew."

On his walk that same morning, Jack’s dog suddenly dug intently into a crusty snowbank to find 30 dollars in cash, enough to fill his van at the pump and include a gas station deli meal. Then, upon arriving at a craigslist site to pick up a freebie, not only was he given the metal shed as advertised, but he was also invited to remove old decorative ore carts to recycle as scrap metal.

Nowadays from his home in the Centennial State, this entrepreneur continues to recycle what others discard. And through The Vineyard Church of the Rockies, where he is the hospitality administrator, he often crosses paths with impoverished, discouraged folks who are where he once was.