Several years ago June and I heard rumors about a Salvation Army work that was in serious trouble. I said to my Salvation Army colleagues, “I pity the poor slob that ends up having to take care of that horrible situation.” A phone call then came from the divisional commander and I discovered that I was the poor slob selected for the task.
Three years later rumors drifted around about a tragic incident that had taken place on a faraway island in Micronesia. I said to my Salvation Army colleagues, “I pity the poor slob that ends up having to take care of that horrible situation.” After boarding...
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