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I find it interesting that I have memories of when I was 6 or 7 years young.  They aren’t many.  But there are a few.  And they would not be the memories you might expect from a convulsive up bringing.  They are memories of a class room.  Or perhaps more than one class room.  One is a substitute teacher.  A man who had been a Marine.  He told us of how the Marines had tried to inject him with preventive medicines and how the needle bent when it was applied to his skin.  Why he determined that knowledge was fit for such young people is beyond me.  But the memory stuck.  Another is of a woman who told the class how to wipe our butts.  Again, why she thought that would really get us a job when we turned 18 is beyond me.  But look at how their interaction with children left an impression.  I’m entering my 58th year of life now.  And they remain in my head. 

What have I done to children?  What am I doing now that is leaving a similarly foolish mark?  Do I really want to appear before the Lord God Almighty and explain why I thought that kind of foolishness needed to be spread?  No.  Not really.

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By His Grace.

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