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Letter Re: Practice, Cub Scouts, BB Guns, and the Old Guy
Dear Jim and Readers,
I want to start out with a little bit of pre-history. About five weeks ago I had my first heart attack, and the doc installed a stint. That was a wake-up call! Wow. Of course the subject by the doc was diet, loose the lard, get exercise. I started loosing by cutting back, but I needed a bit more help. Work would be nice, it would help with my activity level plus I needed some extra finances to come in as some big bills were hitting all at once. So when all these things begin to get out of control I prayed. “Hey Lord, I need to loose all this fat, and I need enough money to pay my bills. YOU have never ever failed me, could you help me out on this one please”? Less than an hour later I got a phone call from our troops Boy Scout Master, who just happens to be our Scout Camp Ranger at Camp McLaughlin in the Crater Lake Council. “Hey Dave, are you free for the next four weeks? I got a job that pays a thousand dollars, ya want it?” Immediately I thought – Hmmmmm, that was sure quick Lord thanks! And answered – “Yes I will take it! What is it? (I really didn’t much care even if it was cleaning toilets, they get really messy there.) He said “You’re an ol’ sarg, could you help run the BB gun range, it would be a lot of fun?” ” Let me see– hold on a minute”. A short pause and short question to my dear loving wife, “Can I go away for a month and help run a BB gun range at the scout camp?” Her response, “I’ll help you pack!”. Back to the Camp ranger. “Yes she wants me to get some exercise, and start recovering from the heart attack, and doesn’t want me to get shot, when do I start?” “Be here tomorrow morning at seven and meet the boss and staff. And bring enough stuff to last you at least 4 days. You’ll be on 4 and off 3 days during the month.“ A few thoughts like “ Hmmm 0700, I haven’t gotten up that early in months, ahh I guess I can do that.” “Sure I’ll be there.” At 0500 I got up, showered, packed, and was out the door by 0545 with a cup of coffee. My go bag had most of my stuff, so the packing was easy.
It was a beautiful drive down the highway, with the sun coming up the drive across to the Crater Lake Highway. Up and across the valley to West Side Road was absolutely gorgeous. What a beautiful day to be on the flower side of the roots. It could have very well been the other way around. I was very thankful to our loving God. The time with Him and His beautiful creation was a real treat. “Thanks again, Lord”. Sixteen miles on West Side Road, to the 140 road to Medford, up the mountain about nine more miles and a mile south to the scout camp.
Source: http://www.survivalblog.com/2013/07/letter-re-practice-cub-scouts-bb-guns-and-the-old-guy.html
