So this morning, I was reading the credits for an author of a book. His name is Warren Baker, the same as my brother. He was an editor to the Hebrew-Greek Key Word Studies Bibles.
My brother is an artist. Not a writer or linguist.
I love to set up appointments with our local medical clinic.
Not because I like to be sick or need medical attention. Rather, I love the expected response from the receptionist, who asks when I was born.
You see, I’m part of a cadre, a fellowship, a company of same-name human beings.
Just a few minutes down the road, in a community called Flaxcombe, another Ron Baker lives. His medical charts are also at the same clinic as mine.
Imagine his surprise if he were to arrive one day at the clinic and find out he had both of his knee joints replaced. And that he had GERD. And that he was over 60.
Imagine my surprise if I were to arrive and find out I was him!
When I applied for a website address for ronbaker.com, I found out there was another Ron Baker in the USA who is a car salesman – he owned the website.
In my younger days we received a call from the Royal Canadian Mounted Police looking for Ron Baker: a gadlfy, womanizer, cheater and generally no good person.
Ever wondered who you are?
Do a search of your name on the internet and find out who you are not!!