Inn on Thistle Hill Bed and Breakfast
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Although I have never seen the play “Wicked”, one song from that play popped into my head today. The song is called “Changed for Good” and for me the final words of the song express how I think this mission and my teammates have changed me.
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
I do believe I have been changed for the better
Because I knew you...
I have been changed for ...
... enter for a drawing of various Shenandoah paraphernalia. Plus free Shenandoah University cup for first 300 in attendance—of which we might have been #1 and #2 (since I had heard about the free tickets earlier in the day, and was a little paranoid about what turnout might be. The home team park is one of several fields in the city park, and I wasn’t sure how many seats there were. Attempts to phone for information failed; line was busy all ...
... they started their honeymoon. It was possibly the most beautiful home we have ever seen and just such a blessing to share with all their guests. Kyle, Christi and Korbin Scott joined us for the event which was so fun!
We checked another set of friends off the 'single' list. We are running out of couples without rings!
... 8220;T”s crossed and so I never needed to know in any sort of detail what was happening next. The failing for me was that I could never communicate that very effectively to the team.
The lens I view the people I come in contact with was shaped in 1969. The summer of that year I traveled to the then Soviet Union during the height of the Cold War with an organization called the Citizens Exchange Group. Their mission was to help people ...
... answered as they had slavering Rottweilers at the window.
A couple of more houses were empty but then I saw an old woman walking to her garage. I waved and walked toward her trying to look as friendly as possible. Not easy when you're dressed in black motorcycle gear.
Once she realized I was a friendly we chatted about the marker. She said it was right were we parked the bikes but got stolen 3 years ago. F**ckers !
I kicked the tennis ball for ...