FAMILY MATTERS

A walk in the country

When I was in elementary school, I started taking guitar lessons at a home about a mile from the school. Most of that mile was in the country, so I asked my parents if I could walk. They said OK, so I walked to the next lesson.

When I got out to where there were no houses nearby, two men in a pickup truck stopped on the road next to me. One said, "Want a ride?" Then they laughed and mumbled things at me. I felt really scared, so I started to pray.

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January 13, 1986
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