Be Heeled

When we were living in West Monroe, our church did a ton of fund raisers. One of the most popular (and most repeated) was selling BBQ Chicken and BBQ Beef plates. We would take orders from all over, then go to Danken Trails and assemble plates, then deliver them. We had a blast at Danken Trails putting the plates together and hanging out.

Each plate would have meat, beans, potato salad and a slice of bread. At some point in time, Daddy began taking the heels of the bread and smacking people on the forehead with them, saying, "Be Heeled!" Usually, he would find someone that needed healing for something. It became a tradition - each time we would do a fund raiser there, Daddy would find the new guy (or gal) and heel them.