THE MAN IN THE MIRROR
I had agreed to take a week of vacation to go with 29 youths to camp near Lufkin.
My new friend, Michael (33)and I (70) were to be the leaders of the 18 boys, and we all stayed in the same cabin. One bunk short, Michael, ex Air Force, agreed to use the cot, placing it by the door that exited the cabin.
“Just in case someone wants to run,” he said.
For me, it had been 12 years since I had taken kids to summer camp. Wendy and I had run the Junior High program at our church, and took this group to camp four years in a row.
There seems to be a lot of difference between 58 and 70.
Michael established himself rather quickly as the father figure in the cabin, ping ponging between enforcer and encourager.
That left me the role of Grandpa.
I had been…
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