I managed to keep my Halloween candy one year because I held on for dear life to my extremely full pillowcase of candy. Luckily a police car swung by and I sprinted home. Another time I was fighting Mean Dean and pushed him over a chain that surrounded a garden. He fell into some juniper bushes. I was on the run from him for the next coupla months.
Mean Dean eventually became an ally, but he was not a fun guy to be around in Junior High. I asked him once why he never beat up or bullied Bruce Fish. I thought it was because of French's protection. Mean Dean said that that was not the reason. He said, "The real reason is that when we said the Lord's Prayer in class Bruce Fish was the only one with his eyes closed and his head bowed. I just couldn't beat up guy like that."
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not much more to be said about that, eh? smart guy, if you ask me.
smiles. genuine...and that matters...
A lot of encouragement is embedded in that story. Thank you.
Love this story. We never know how our protection may come, just through Whom. Great post.
Wow, respect for the faithful. God is good. Your stories never fail to give me hope in our fellow man. I have difficulty with hope in our fellow man, so, thanks.
oh wow. this made me tear up at the end. i wasn't expecting to get so emotional. :) now i like fish more than ever.
meekness.
Love this.. respect.
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