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A very late Praise report
Sometime last week I remember there was some talk about camping and I responded Eh....Camping. Maybe I should explain my disdain regarding it. When I was very young, back in the 60's, my family went camping every weekend. One time my father decided to camp at a different campgrounds, but forgot to tell my sister and I where we were. We got up that morning, ate breakfast and my sister and I went exploring. Short story.....We became lost. For over 12 hours. We were muddy, our legs all scratched up, cockleburr's tangled in our hair and hungry and scared. My sister thought the lake looked small and wanted to walk around it. It was 70 acres. We finally found a hwy and saw a house up the road. When went to the door and knocked and asked for help. The drunken lady turned us away and told us to goβ¦

Praise God!