October 21st, 2019
It was a very productive business meeting for the Club today. Mike Kien led the Pledge of Allegiance and Reverend Wayne Myers led us in prayer. Jay G had Dr. Rubinstein, a local Chiropractor, as his guest and Jerry Isan had his son with him for lunch again. Will Askew let us know that 9 biopsies all tested negative for bladder cancer. That’s great news. In other great news, we send congrats to Past President Joel Rask on his 3rd daughter born two weeks ago. Welcome to the world Emery Rask.
All committee members sat with their fellow members to collaborate on strategy for their committee. After a brief committee meeting the Committee Chair gave an overview of their strategy. Please, if you are not already on a committee, email firstname.lastname@example.org to let the Club know on which committee you would like to participate. President Atkins will be following up with Committee Chairs via email.
The August board meeting was Tuesday, August 20th at 7:30 am at Galuppi’s. Secretary Jay read the minutes from the Board Meeting.
Tyler Johnson has been busy moving NFL tickets. He will have tickets and a credit card machine at lunch for those that still need to get some. As well, you can take some on consignment to sell to family, friends, colleagues, etc. This is a big moneymaker for the Club, especially since there is no airfare this year as the game is in Miami. The drawing will be on Saturday October 5th at The American Legion during The Marine Corps League 3rd Annual Chili Cookoff with NFL Alumni celebrity judges.
To purchase a ticket online by credit card go to: https://exchange-club-charitable-foundation-inc.square.site/
Jeff Realejo chose Eagle Eye for all he does for the Club as this week’s shaking man. Scott Alford left early but still managed to win the 50/50 pot.
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Consider the Exchange Club of Pompano Beach when preparing your estate planning documents.
Thinking back a few years ago when my wife and I were living in Florida,
I remember Hurricane Matthew. I was ready for it, but my wife was not.
When the wind reached a screaming pitch with the trees snapping and
threshing, the horizontal streaming rain, flying roofing iron and destroyed
fences, as well as the unnerving sound levels, my wife was rooted to the spot.
She stared and stared through the glass of the window. Immovable, with her nose pressed to the windowpane, the stark fear in her eyes will stay with me forever.
Fortunately, as the eye of the storm arrived and the winds temporarily
lessened, I felt personally safe enough to open the door and let her in.