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56 y/o married female mother of one adult child:

Dr. Ware, I appreciate very much your guidance and over the past several years navigate the waters of mental health and gaining consciousness of my roles, responsibilities and relationships. It certainly helps to be aided by a fellow traveler as the seas can be treacherous at times. Thank you again for all that you have done for me and being a true friend when I really needed someone that understands the unusual nature of my problem. God bless you for persevering with me.

35 year old married mother of two (4 1/2 months and 4 1/2 years)

"What not why!"

When I entered your office 6 months ago, I was simply seeking an “evaluation” for my 4 year old son. I was looking for a label; something to define is violent, bizarre out of control behavior. Simply put I was desperate. I thought if you evaluated him and gave a name for this behavior, things would get better because I would research this “disorder” and try to help him……

Boy, was I wrong. You have taught me that labels just don’t work they are confining and useless. The diagnosis I was looking for was only to make ME feel better so I had something to tell the world, and they believed my son had a condition and his behavior really was not a result of bad parenting.

My son’s transformation in the last 6 months has been amazing. Prior to seeing you he was extremely violent and aggressive with peers and family members. He was almost four years old and completely resisted potty training. He would take off in parking lots, streets and stores. He had no respect for authority and simply refused to follow directions or cooperate. His impulsive control was so bad that he began to destroy property in my house. My house was chaotic, yelling and screaming, pleading with no results. I was quickly losing control of my son and my household.

My son’s violence and aggression has improved nearly 100%. He no longer hits family members or peers. He was completely potty trained within 8 weeks of our first visit with you. He now is learning to follow directions and cooperate with minimal prompts. He is showing respect to my husband and I and really is anxious to please us. My house is more peaceful, the yelling has stopped and real progress is being made. I now live with a much more pleasant, happy and obedient child. He knows we are in charge and no longer rules our household. Following some simple no nonsense discipline steps you provided me really improved our lives dramatically.

You have taught me so much in 6 months-how to love and accept my son for who he is, to stop trying to analyze his behavior and look for an explanation for it. You have given me the tools to become a more effective parent, to discipline with love and trust myself.

My son is probably “Autistic” and that’s ok a word that crippled me with fear for four years. Through your help, I am no longer paralyzed with fear but looking forward to helping my son be all that he can be.

The journey I am about to take is long. Some days more sorrow than joy, but its ok. I am no longer scared but looking forward to all the joy, pain, and heartache being a mother will bring.

You are true talent and blessing in my life. I am beginning to truly realize all I seek is in my heart.


43 year old divorced woman

The day I started seeing Dr. Ware was the lowest day of my life. I had suicidal thoughts. I knew I needed help. Dr. Ware was very caring. He wanted to know what was going on in my life. He knows what he is talking about. He is extremely educated and personable. He knew I was in a fragile state. Through his guidance and direction he made me want to look for the truth. The truth about who I am, the truth about my feelings and the fact that it is okay to feel that way, as long as, I feel and experience the feelings and not hide from them. He has taught me that most people do things to numb the feelings. Either by drinking, doing drugs or overeating - all so we won't "feel bad". I have come a long way. I no longer want to end my life. I look forward to my visits with Dr. Ware. He is like a good friend who knows everything about you but won't let you get away with any nonsense. He calls you on it. He keeps you real! Yes, I have stuff going on. But Dr. Ware keeps you focused on embracing the feelings. Your feelings belong to you and it's okay to feel them. Dr. Ware will tell you that to not feel is to not live. He also has a very good sense of humor and that helps to keep you grounded. Sometimes you need to laugh at the craziness of what's going on. You need to take care of you. Today I even enjoy life and look forward to things in the future. I know I wouldn't be where I am without Dr. Ware. He keeps me focused on who I am and the fact that it's okay to be me, feelings and all.

Mother of a 9 year old son:
I am very pleased with your course of treatment with my son... Those who knew him before he started seeing you, and have followed us on our journey, have had the most awesome and privileged experience of witnessing this transformation. Thank you.

Mother of a 7 year old son:
I would like you (Dr. Ware) to know how much our family appreciates you.  Your down-to-earth demeanor and your no nonsense approach to child discipline has really helped us to help ourselves and our children. I believe your experience in family psychiatry has enabled you to relate to  child and adult issues.  Thank you for being here for us.  I would highly recommend you to anyone who is seeking family and child counseling.

41 year old mother of a 9 year old son:
"I can't begin to say what Dr. Ware's presence has meant to me and my family. We came to Dr. Ware because our eight year old son was having some difficulties. He was having a hard time with focus and attention which in itself can be hard, but he also had an anger problem and had threatened to hurt himself and others. With Dr. Ware's help we have been able to turn things in the other direction. I have also come to be a client of his myself. After years of this kind of stress, it can really wear on your marriage and family. Dr. Ware has been kind, sensitive, and most of all honest with me. I will always be thankful for his guidance."

39 year old Mother of an 11 year old boy:
"You've helped me focus on the important things in life. ...with my son, you've helped a great deal. When I came to you I was just looking at the problems I was having with him and focused on "fixing" the child. You helped me know how to handle him. You have shown a light on the wonderful parts of my son I was missing. I was so entrenched with the issues of diagnosis and the problems he was having, I didn't see how truly a remarkable person my son is. I had totally missed that. What you've done is an outstanding gift to someone. You've helped me redefine his stubbornness as a strength... persistence. At first I thought you weren't hearing me. Now when I look at him, he's the neatest, entertaining, and funny. He interacts with adults as a little adult. I had totally missed that. Others are amazed at his abilities. It's been the greatest.. opening up of my eyes to the good things. It definitely makes the bad things easier to deal with. You are loved."

56 year old mother of four adult children:
"I just feel better. My husband seems to be easier to deal with. It's my perceptions... because I feel better. I am very pleased that you accepted me (as a client). I know that I can be occasionally difficult, which causes me to even more so appreciate your time and effort. When I contacted you I knew that I needed help, but I didn't know what kind of help I needed. I prayed for guidance, and I believe that I was inspired to call you. I had a list of numerous Psychiatrists that my insurance would cover, but I chose to call you. I did not know why at the time, but when I heard your voice it was soothing and it just felt right. With this work, I am seeing things more clearly, and I am more accepting of things that I had previously denied or avoided. I'm more together. I'm not angry like I was. I would tell someone interested in seeing you that I know it is helping me and give him/her your phone number."

40 year old female in a letter to her father who died abruptly when she was 11 years old:


“I remember when you coached my softball team that summer.  You batted the balls to each position on the team, making sure that each one of us had a chance to field the ball. You told us to think about where to throw the ball before it was even pitched, according to who was on what base, and that taught me to think ahead and be prepared.  And you taught us that when we batted to hit the ball with all we had and to run hard to first base, even if we thought we would be thrown out.  There was always a chance that the first baseman might drop the ball or not even catch it.  When you gave me one-on-one pitching practice, you taught me to just get the ball over the plate, even if I wasn’t the best pitcher on the team I could still try my best.  And you taught me to cheer on the rest of the team when it was my turn to sit on the bench.

 I remember when you helped me study for the district spelling bee after I won it for my school.  You taught me that perseverance and practice were the keys to improvement.  And when I got rushed and hurried to spell a word, it came out wrong and I was disqualified and I felt like crying like some of the other contestants were doing, but you came up to me and said you were proud of me and that made all the difference in the world.  You said I could try again next year but how was I to know that you would be gone and out of my life forever.  Well maybe not forever but as far as this world goes…

 I remember when I was about five and I was standing at the kitchen door with some clothes in a paper grocery bag; I was going to run away.  Everybody sat at the kitchen table laughing but as I went to open the door you asked, “Don’t you want to eat something first?”  You were the only one not laughing at me and I took your request seriously and sat down to eat first, and by the time we were finished I had changed my mind but you treated me with dignity and respect and taught me that my feelings really do matter even if there are some who do not care.

And that it’s okay to change your mind after you have calmed down rather than to make harsh decisions in anger.

 I remember when we lived in Ft. Oglethorpe and the people down the street had a swimming pool put in.  I asked you how come we couldn’t have a pool like theirs and you told me not to want something just because somebody else has it.  You taught me to be thankful for what I had and to be satisfied.  Besides, we had the pool at the church where we went all summer and I remember you taught me how to swim by letting me sit on your shoulders as you went deeper and deeper into the water.  You taught me to trust you and to not be afraid to try something new.  I wish you could have seen me in eighth grade when I was on the swimming and diving team and I came in 1st place in the 500-yard freestyle race.  Believe it or not, Mom was there as she rarely came to any of my sporting events and later would not let me join any teams for fear that I would get hurt and she could not afford any insurance on me.  But she was proud of me that day, I could tell.

 I remember when I was 4 or 5 and I wanted to see if hay would burn.  So I lit a match to the bale of hay that my brother had up against a tree and before I knew it the fire was out of control and the tree was on fire.  As I ran back and forth to the hose filling up buckets and trying to extinguish the fire, Mom woke up and realized what was happening.  After she got the fire out, she scolded me and kept telling me “wait until your father gets home.”  I dreaded the next couple hours until you came in the door and she explained what had happened and you just looked at me for a minute and then burst out laughing.  I was expecting a whipping but I guess you taught me to have a sense of humor and that all’s well that ends well!

 I remember when my friend Gary’s cat was sleeping up under the car and you accidentally ran over it.  We went and knocked on Gary’s door and you told him you were sorry and that you would get him another cat if he wanted.  You taught me to be accountable for my actions and to admit when I made a mistake.

 I remember when you took me to my first communion and the day that you got up in front of the church and read from the Bible.  You taught me that you believed in God and that the words from the Bible are his message to us and that God is real and that God is Love. 

 When we moved to Atlanta all of a sudden I could not get out of your sight at the grocery store as you were afraid something could happen and that taught me to always stick close to you because you loved me.

 Most of all I remember those many mornings where you would rise early, shower and get dressed to go off to another day at work.  I would anticipate seeing you in the evenings as I would ride my bike to the bus stop where you would get off.   I could tell by the way you walked and by the terseness in your voice that you were dog tired from putting in a long day at work while I played or went to school.  I remember it would take you a while to “wind down” as you read the newspaper and sipped on a cold one; but you always had time to help me with my homework or let me show you what hobby I was working on or just to listen to whatever questions I might have.  You taught me that some things are worth working for, especially if you have a family to provide for. 

 Oh yeah… one other time you helped me immensely.  When I was 5 or 6 and I had already been to the dentist once and they told me to come back because I had 5 cavities.  I was very nervous and you told me to put my shoes on, that we had to go or we’d be late.  I sat there feigning not being able to tie my shoes and you stood there with the door open and you said, “You really don’t want to go, do you?”  And I said, “not really”, hoping he would say that I didn’t have to go.  But he said, “Well if you go, I’ll be proud of ya.” And that made all the difference in the world.

 If there’s one thing you didn’t teach me, Daddy; it was how to say good bye.  I don’t know if things would be any different if I had had a chance to say I love you and good bye one more time.   From what I know now, it probably would not have made much of a difference.  I still have dreams where you come to visit me and we go to Braves games and stuff like that, just like before.  To this day I am not very good at good bye.  I am much better at “See ya later”.  I want to believe that I will see you again one day, but until then I will try to put into practice all the things that you taught me.  Thanks.”

41 year old divorced, remarried mother of three:

I fixed and ordered your waiting room as a gift to you. Others left it in a mess and it wasn't fair for you to have to clean it up. I did it because you have given me a gift. You have helped me see me. You hold the mirror. You have given me a different perspective... not just my life, but my children's lives as well. It may be more how to love, how to appreciate all there is, where one is now at this moment... that's a gift! It's not the small things... it's just what it is... I could clear your waiting room every day for a year and never feel like I made a dent in repaying your gifts. If you were to die tonight please (tearfully) know that you have made a difference. The gift: to be aware, the discovery of Truth can be both freeing and habit forming. It's a different perspective.. it's just a little shift. I see life now in a whole different way... before I was looking at myself from what wasn't true, what I feared and avoiding my whole heart. Thank you.

52 year old divorced professional female

followed in psychotherapy in AFPI from 9/2006 to the present for mood and socialization issues with a history of substance/physical and sexual abuse made these comments recently relative to her experience in treatment:
“I’m so much better off now than when I started here. I actually look forward to things to come. I have a more positive attitude. I have thoughts of suicide much less often. You know I didn’t tell you then but I was very suicidal when I came in. I would sit in the floor with several bottles of pills and a box of wine and try to decide why not to kill myself. I remember you said you wouldn’t take me unless I agreed to tell someone if I had serious thoughts of taking my life. That was hard to agree to. You just must have known back then. Now I look to the future and back then I just made it through the day. I’m (smile) still not sure what I want to do with my life but I’m no longer thinking of ending my life.

I smile a whole lot more now. I have more hope. I have a much stronger

relationship with God… much less despair, now. I used to climb into bed and stay there trying to sleep away my life. I don’t do that now. I’m more confident; less willing to “take” things like abuse from others. I’m more able to give to other people for example in my work.

Yes, I have more self-respect, more patience with others, I’m more comfortable with others, less pessimistic, and much less angry.”
Since I was here the first time, I left the first meeting with a sense of hope. I’d been struggling for years with other therapists and getting worse and worse. The medication was frustrating… all of those pills and no better. They were not helping obviously. 99.99% of what I’ve gotten here is from learning. I felt like after the first day there was someone who believed in me, someone who was actually willing to listen and help me not just to medicate me. The changes began after the first couple of weeks.

I’ve learned now that I can feel it and it’s OK. Before I wasn’t feeling anything. Feeling pain is OK. I feel and accept it now. You are a Godsend to me. You understand the levels of intelligence. You keep me on my toes, call me on my bull. I need that. I need to continue to keep reflecting on my growth and changes. You believed in me. You believed I could.”


15 year old high school freshman with a history of several years of resistance to authority and mood issues on Juvenile Court probation:

"A man (Dr.Ware) I once despised turned out to be a hero in my life. I was court ordered to see a doctor; I walked in that office ready to put a fake smile on and get over with it without letting anything out. After a few months, this doctor cracked me; he got to the broken parts of my heart and continuously clawed at them. There was silence for a few moments after a screaming match. I was ready to walk out, when he said, "Welcome back." I didn't understand. He told me I passed a test, that I would be somebody someday. I sat down slowly and didn't say a word. My eyes were open and I was taking it all in for the first time in years. He said, "The key to success is, not your mom, not your dad, not your wealthy grandmother, not your friends, not your probation officer, not your foster family, it's the person you need most." Nobody wanted me and I wasn't going to let him tell me that someone actually needed me! "Who needs me?" I yelled with tears running down my face. "You!" he yelled back. "You," he repeated more calmly while catching my eyes with his. "The key to success is your brains. It's education. How else will you get out of your situation. Will you get emancipated and go live with a guy who 'says' he'll take care of you, but ends up leaving you with no money and a baby? Will you inherit your grandmother's money and live off of that? It won't last forever, you know. You won't have anyone! Listen to me! Take in my words for I know you have a future! Pursue in school! Learn! Learn all you can and your knowledge will take you to the highest point in your life! Something I know you dream of." "Now again, the key to success is education." It meant something that it never meant before to me. Something life changing. Something magical that everyone should know."


47 year old married (second marriage) mother of two reports the following experiences subsequent to doing the Intensity Monitoring exercise regularly:

"The world just seems different... it's like I can see the leaves and the trees for the first time.... colors.... they're more vivid... and brighter.... I can breathe... there is fresh air... it just seems brighter.... the sky is bluer... I can see the gray in the sky... I can see clearer.... I enjoy the breeze on my face... I'm not too busy or distracted to feel or acknowledge the breeze on my face.... before I was so trying to change things from what they are.... I lost what was simple and true...."

47 year old married mother of 5 who made the following comments concerning her person/individual experience with AFPI:

"You have a gift. You see the "BS". You know when to push and how to do it.... when to make people angry... how to be thought provoking and also when not to do that. You let me say (whatever I'm thinking) and still have respect for me. I love you because you make me think. You have the ability to make me laugh at myself. You bring out the worst and the best with me. I'm very fond of you. You have a huge place in my heart. I (tearfully) respect and adore you. You are the only person in my life that can call my "BS" without insulting me or crushing me. You don't leave it at my one half truths... you push me. You are giving me my life back. You have saved my and my son's world and lives. You made me see the world and save myself from myself and see the people and the world differently and now I'm able to work with my own children differently and can "just be." I think you are very honest and don't "BS" me. You don't throw out a bunch of psycho-babble at me and expect me to feel better. I love to pick your brain when you let me even with stupid questions. It's truly a love/hate relationship (laugh). Do you know how many times I've been in counseling? No one has ever tried to or been able to do what you do with me. You have pushed me into awareness. I've never learned as much as I have with you. You have taught me how to be less judgmental (of my own heart). At 47, I feel like my life has just begun. The journey is in front of me and I'm ready now to embrace it. I am ready to face my journey and not try fix all of those people around me. I really like having a life now. You have helped keep my feelings and relationships alive for me". I live here (now) as a human being and don't judge myself and how I am being. In my old self I would have felt responsible to make others think and feel what I do. I'm much more comfortable letting others be where they are even when I think they are being destructive to themselves. I'm not there all the way yet but I'm on the way. Thank you for your gifts. Thank you once again for awakening me, my truth, my heart, and my life. "

November 30, 2008
Excellent care. Dr. Ware demonstrates genuine care and concern and this is supported by great progess in treatment.

January 19th, 2011-"A RARE GEM"
Dr Ware is one of the few psychiatrists who truly practices talk therapy in addition to med management. He is gifted in insight as well as in therapy. He is a true doctor of human behavior.

In Memoriam



My Dear Laura

 You  drifted ever so gently into my consciousness
Without warning or introduction.
 I remember your entry into my world
 as my thoughts were elsewhere upon your arrival.
With grace and deliberateness you asked simply:
Is this seat taken?

You appeared with respect and patience and simple interest
inviting me to join you in a casual conversation
which was to be unending until your sister, Frances called
one Wednesday morning:
“She’s gone, sometime last night
or early this morning!”
was the news.

In between those moments in time I have experienced the simplicity of life and the profoundness of its momentary character. You offered truly a fullness and sharing that heretofore was unknown even to this helper of spirits. I am profoundly gifted as the teacher was taught and I remain in sacred gratitude for your presence, energy, gifts of many kinds, and unwavering acceptance and love of all who came into your world.

 Strong souls harboring in their personal privacy have been halted by your untimely departure. They have found themselves pausing amidst steps and addressing the undeniable essence of our fragile visit here. You were ever so quiet and graceful, the unwilling lady and there were many who missed out on your offerings only to realize after that something very basic had moved away.

You are still here in our hearts, minds and souls as we harvest the experiences that each of us shares of you and our lives with you. Some of these experiences are known only to you and each person. Others were shared with several. You have brought us all closer to the family of truth, of life and most profoundly of simple love. Your dream of the bright shining light is of that which you have brought into all of our lives. Our hearts are full and with you as you are continually with each of us.

 Your Friend,
James Patrick Ware
27 May 2004

 With gratitude and love,
this site is dedicated to all my teachers, clients, friends and family.

One Brief Moment

Amidst a shower of distractions I travel
onward, onward seeking the center.
Almost knowing, questioning, faltering, stepping
with boldness and fear I go.
Aware of the passing of time and opportunity
knowing that somehow loss and loneliness are the beginnings.

A knowing somehow that pain and failure are the doorway.
Must one embrace their pain as part of this glorious gift?
A sense that an accounting must be made of all of the moments
that we may experience the wholeness.
Do not turn away for I sense our spirits are stronger than our fear
if we will but challenge our essence.

Courage and strength ebb and flow
along this way I go.
Seeking sharing in fullness and truth
finding solitude and gratitude always there.
Rarity indeed is a companion who
savors the moment as I.

Astonished am I in the discovery of
our own judgement as the barrier to our all.
Witnessing the despair and disbelief in those I know.
I reach out in passion and sincerity to touch
the very souls of those who find themselves in my world.
Every brief moment is but the entire world from the beginning to now.

Pass on old time and know that I am as He has given me
and offering the key to any who will but pause in their path.
Dare you slow and listen yes but for a moment?
For within you is the beginning to now and beyond if we should be.
Clutch this moment as all forsaking all judgement of the original offering
That we may share the entirety of this glorious gift.

Hear me my friend for I know if you held this precious
you would offer such privy to myself.
How do I gain your ear as there is so much noise that deafens.
I shall wait for that unique opening for the time when your heart is open
and your mind uncluttered.
A lifetime is within the moment and it takes but a lifetime to hear.
I know you would wait diligently for me as I shall for you.
I pray you will not tarry along your way.

A Song a savored song may we sing in gratitude and solitude.
May we journey and love and share with any
who will pause along their way and forsake any judgement
of the nature and intent of our souls.
May truth live and breathe within our breasts unabridged
And passed on to any who will pause, listen and feel... their all.

"for all would be pilgrims"
by J Patrick Ware MD
(c) 2011
Atlanta Family Psychiatry, Inc


John Tyler Mauldin, Sr
11/7/1912 - 11/9/2004

Reflections of a colleague, friend and "family" member

I have had the privilege of knowing John Tyler Mauldin, Sr for nearly 30 years and consider this opportunity to share with you a bit of my experience of this man one of the highest honors that has come to me. To Tommy, Tyler, Elizabeth, Anne Scott, Randal, Christopher and their families, long time friends, and distinguished guests here assembled I offer these sentiments.

John Tyler Mauldin, Sr "Dr John" as my family knew him was many many things. He was a man of respect, character, gentility, loyalty, challenge, industry, tenacity, service, involvement, leadership, courage, integrity, strength, searching, creativity, privacy, constancy, precision, family and faith. His many professional and personal accomplishments I shall leave to the biographers.

Dr John both commanded respect and offered it. I never knew him to complain, talk disparagingly about others or fail to attend to what one was saying to him.

Dr John was "Dr Mauldin" to those who were not fortunate to be his personal friends and that title was given with all attendant appreciation for how he was who he was from the lowest ranked clerical help to the organizational CEO.

Dr John carried with him without exception a quiet grace and easiness in his person that invited conversation and exchange though the experienced companion knew without a doubt that after one's initial social gratuity there would be in some measure a probing often unforgettable challenge that was uniquely tailored from Dr John's endless inventory of your specific "opportunities for improvement."

Dr John understood the value of industry and involvement and unto the end was continually expressing his awareness of what was happening and his opinions about what he considered to be the best way of approaching the issue.

Dr John was indelible. Those who knew him, knew him. I'm reminded of one example of this when Tommy then serving as one of Dekalb County's finest (policeman) stopped a man for a traffic violation and upon the gentleman's seeing Tommy's name tag asked if he knew Dr John Mauldin. A quick response was forthcoming, "He's my Dad!" The man offered something to the effect that he'd known Dr Mauldin for many many years in some capacity and conveyed that they were close professional associates. Tommy then asked, "So do you think I should write you this ticket?" The man responded (probably without thinking it through): "I'd do what your father would do." Tommy promptly wrote the man the ticket.

Knowing and working with him was like being with a chess master who was undeterred from teaching you how to be your all and understanding there is no room for missing any opportunity to learn something more about yourself or to improve some aspect of your personhood.

Knowing Dr John and his family is a writer's finest educational opportunity. He was as is his family a man of stories and one could not have a conversation with him but that a story of past experience and/or lessons would be told usually with great and well timed twists usually to achieve the beloved "challenge" of the listener's very essence.

He was continually a man of family and I cannot recall a time when he did not convey some story about how one of his children was creating some innovative project always with subtly and admiration.

One of the puzzles of knowing Dr John and his family for me has always been whether Dr John was in my family or was I in his? It's one of those uncertainties of life that one learns over the years really does not need answering.

He was for sure my adoptive father as his family is my family and I am blessed to have known him and walked with him on our shared journeys. We shared loves of family, work, creativity and play. I was however never able to convince him of the superiority of blended over single malt scotch.

My son who is finishing his last year in seminary in Boston is unable to be here today and upon learning of Dr John's passing wrote these remarks to his children:

"John Mauldin…. A gentleman"
"It's been a long time friends. I loved your Dad and your Dad loved me.
I've been doing a lot of remembering these last few days… I have been pleasantly warmed by those memories. I want to let you know the ways that your Dad affected my life in the hopes of offering you a small picture of his influence on a young boy during this time of remembrance. I wish this could be done over fried quail instead of the internet.
Your Dad was "Dr. John" to me. On those magical weekends, when Dad and I would pack up the car until midnight; stuffing 18 shotguns and 50 boxes of shells into the trunk, rise early in the morning, and make the drive out to the property on opening Day of Dove season, the "man from work," became "Dr. John." As I grew up, even the mention of "Dr. John," brought instantaneous memories of hunts and first cups of coffee sipped while sitting on buckets, hiding in the bushes from little tiny birds flying over. There was something magical about him that a young boy could feel but couldn't understand. He was a Magical character in my young mind. When he was around, good things were happening.
Much of my inner understanding of what it means to be a gentleman is planted in the memories of your Dad. This is how I remember him the most. I think of his comforting hand on my back when I arrived at the dove field, a big, wide smile beneath his glasses, and his welcoming greetings. I always felt respected when I was around him. In my adult mind, I remember him interacting with me, probing my young mind by asking what I thought about things and enjoying my responses, whatever they might have been. He was always so welcoming. Dad would explain, at different times, how a person ought to interact with another human being and I would see this in Dr. John. His welcoming countenance is burned on my heart.
Dr. John was steady. When I would visit my Dad on the weekends, I would ask him how his friends were, how was work, and no matter what, eventually I could find out about Dr. John because he was not a transient friend. Dr. John was more of a pillar in my world with Dad. Dr. John was a constant. There was something solid about him that I could feel as a child which was confirmed over time. He was always there. I know that in the ways that he fathered my Dad, he gave to me intangible gifts which I'll never forget. In many ways, your Dad made of himself an offering to us and our little family.
My experience was that Dr. John had one face. For me, he was who he was night and day, work and play. Even as a child I sensed an authenticity in his character that I was sure I could count on. I never doubted who he was. I could always count on him being the same whenever I saw him.
To me, Dr. John was a magical, welcoming, comforting, sacrificial,
steady gentleman whose friendship to my family will never be forgotten.
On those Dove fields, both you Tommy and you Tyler wielded these characteristics and I was always drawn to you two for the same reasons I've described being drawn to your Dad. Please know that I feel much the same about you as I do about your Dad. You were a part of my upbringing and you live in a magical part of my memory. Thanks for watching out for me on those days in the dove fields, looking over your shoulder; making sure I didn't shoot anybody, or get shot by anybody in my excitement. Thanks for your friendship to my Dad and to me and my sister over the years.
What really is family if it doesn't include the people placed in your
life to love and care for you when you need it most? Thanks for being in my family. Jordan and I are expecting the birth of our first child in March of 2005. We are having a Son. I look forward to the day when I can spin these tales of Dove fields with Dr. John and the Mauldin's to him. I'll tell him about these times when I was a boy. When I knew Dr. John.
Blessings to you and the rest of your family.
With Love and Gratitude,
Patrick A. Ware

He was, truly a fine southern gentleman soldier physician family man who we continue to have with us in our hearts. Old soldiers don't die, they really do just fade away…. on veteran's day eve. He was the personification of love, honor and a most fine example of the sacred gift of consciousness.

James Patrick Ware
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