Back in the 80’s I was a very happy American, trying to help people in foreign countries like Africa. I remember doing Hands across America back then. Unfortunately, where I lived there were not a lot of people interested. So we sort of had a broken line, but we tried! Was a Girl Scout who participated in flag ceremonies locally.
Went to Virginia to attend General Synod with the church my parents belonged to. Was the first time I flew in a commercial air plane. Talk about having to trust God! Made it safely there, to experience living proof that the church was full of self centered bigots. Had pretty well came to that conclusion during my confirmation years, when I was lied to and forced to join a church I did not believe in due to their money hungry ways.
Went off to a different state to attend college…
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