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Posted June 26, 2013
John is a cousin of my mother. Although we have not always seen each other, the families have always stayed in contact over the years in one fashion or another. When John told me his book was available to buy, I purchased a copy for myself and my mom immediately! She had the book read in 3 days, as she couldn't put it down. John has lived an amazing life and overcome so many obstacles, having survived three different types of cancer. He is truly an inspiration to us all!!! You will cry and laugh reading this book, and feel like you are right there on the journey with him. The pictures he shares are amazing as well. I would definitely recommend this book to anyone, and not just someone who has been touched by cancer. You will have a whole new view on life and what you can handle after reading this book.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted May 31, 2013
People search their whole lives to find someone who inspires them at their core; I was fortunate enough to have Uncle John Casterline.
I cannot review this book in good faith, though John and I did share in this adventure together. (It is an interesting paradox when one has to train to be in the best shape of their life, so they can keep up with their near 70 year old, lung cancer surviving Uncle!) Anything I say about his book will be skewered by the fact that ‘he is family’. What I can attest to is his force of character, his will to live, his determination to let nothing stand in his way of laughter and fun—that is to say: his heart.
To illustrate this, I want to share a story about one afternoon moment spent with John, some 30 years ago. I was 13 years old and often, as is the case with many American boys, they go without a formal initiation into manhood. So this tale captures a brief moment, that is forever etched in consciousness; one of those many times, Uncle John Casterline graced me with an ‘informal initiation’.
We use to play street football and so many other games in the Marina, California (near Monterey) in the mid 1970’s (I lived in Santa Cruz and our family would go visit a lot). One time we were playing a football game and the whole family played, that included neighbors, friends, anyone John could recruit—everyone played. During the game, one kid, about 7 years old, came out of a house down the street and crept closer to watch. And John, though fully absorbed in the game, picked up on this young lad’s energy. He walks towards the boy and said: “Come join us.” The young boy wanted to come but was nervous, so John put the game on hold. He walks over and put his arm around the boy, while whispering a few words. A moment later the boy follows him, still carrying an aura of shyness.
John took him into the huddle. Everyone was bright-eyed, it was time for the play call.
“Okay, this is what we are going to do,” John exudes. “Mike (that’s me) you go long, clear the coverage.” He pauses. “They’ll go with you since you have been making the big plays lately.” He continues: “Jeff, (my little brother), you slide left on a quick out towards that red car…” Now he turns his head to the newcomer Billy whose eyes are saucer-big and says: “I’m gonna hand you the ball and I will be your lead blocker. Just follow me and we’ll make it into the end zone.” Of course that played worked to perfection and when the kid scored he lit up like a sparkler. While he stood in the end zone, John lifted him up high howling: ooooohhhhaaaaahhh. John then set him down for a series of high fives. Everyone cheered for him.
That was a regular afternoon at Uncle John’s place.
Posted June 21, 2013
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