The Bell Has Arrived

Stardate 03.15.2026

Yesterday, a small package arrived at my door, and inside it was something more than metal and a handle — it was a story waiting to be rung. My “Clarence bell” now rests in Mulligan’s Magical Forest, gleaming as if it belongs there. The sound it makes is almost identical to the one that rang in It’s a Wonderful Life.

I ordered this bell just a few days ago, as the final touch for my home studio setup for upcoming interviews and livestreams. But holding it in my hands, I realized it’s more than just a tool. It’s a connection — a reminder of the first 100 angels in the outfield who stood by me when I wrote God’s Black Sheep Squadron. Some of them remain here; some have moved on to Heaven. Every time I ring this bell, I honor them, and every story I share carries a little of their light.

This bell will also mark the milestones of launch week — the debut of Where in the World is Wilson — reminding me that behind every finish line are the people who lift us along the way. Today, I paused to ring it gently, savoring the resonance, the magic, and the quiet joy of remembering how far this journey has carried me.

Sometimes the smallest things — a bell, a note, a smile — anchor us to gratitude. As I prepare for the launch on stardate 03.17.2026, I carry that feeling with me: that even in the quietest moments, angels are near.

Scripture Reflection:
"For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them." — Ephesians 2:10

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Captain’s Addendum

Spock: “Interesting, Captain. You attribute significance to the bell beyond its simple function.”
Bones: “It’s just a bell, Spock. But you know, simple things often carry the heaviest meaning.”

The bell is more than sound. It’s a reminder that every milestone, every launch, and every story I share is built on the foundation of those who supported me. Holding it, I feel their presence — those first angels who helped me find my voice and guided me forward. It reminds me that legacy isn’t about grand gestures alone; it’s about the quiet ways love and support shape us into who we become.