Emphasis Preaching Journal
While crawling into bed one...
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While crawling into bed one night, I got bashed with a right hook. Stars twinkled. My
head spun. My left ear felt as though chomped by Mike Tyson.
Was my wife upset with me? No, we've never traded punches. I'd probably lose if we did. This happened before I met my wife. I was twelve that summer, and staying with a family in a rotting shanty while we picked hops to earn school money near Donald, Oregon. The mother cooked meals on a wood stove. In those crude quarters, I bunked with the family's thirteen-year-old son, Mark.
Was my wife upset with me? No, we've never traded punches. I'd probably lose if we did. This happened before I met my wife. I was twelve that summer, and staying with a family in a rotting shanty while we picked hops to earn school money near Donald, Oregon. The mother cooked meals on a wood stove. In those crude quarters, I bunked with the family's thirteen-year-old son, Mark.
