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Yarns for Youngsters

Bad Bad Bart

Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Bart and he was in middle school. He was a mean and nasty little boy. He liked to play mean tricks on people. He’d steal from people and he always beat up kids smaller than him.
Now, there was also a little girl named Kimi. She was a good little girl. She was smart and always kind to others. And she believed in the golden rule. “Do to others as you would have them do to you.”
That means if you don’t want your stuff stolen, then don’t steal from others. If you don’t want to get beat up, then don’t beat up others. Always treat people the way you want to be treated. (That includes your brothers and sisters, whether you like them or not).
One day, it was raining outside. I mean really really raining. Bart looked at the rain and groaned.
“Man, I don’t want to get wet.” Bart griped. He stood there, watched the rainfall, and wondered what he should do. “I need an umbrella.”
So, Bart waited for the next kid to pass by and then Bart stole his umbrella.
“But if you take my umbrella.” The little boy cried. “How will I get home?”
“Who cares what happens to you.” Bart told him. “So, long as I don’t get wet.”
Bart laughed as he pushed the little boy out into the rain. He laughed as he watched the little boy get wet from the pouring down rain. And Bart continued to laugh as he walked home with the little boy’s umbrella. Once Bart was gone, the little boy got up and hurried back into the school. He knew he had to get out of the rain before he got sick. As he stood there and watched the rainfall, he began to cry. Just then, Kimi walked by. She heard the little boy crying and stopped to see if she could help.
“Why are you crying?” Kimi asked him.
“That mean boy, Bart, stole my umbrella. And he pushed me down in the rain. Now how will I get home without getting wet?” he cried. “My mom will be mad at me if I come home soaking wet and without my umbrella.”
Kimi smiled at him. “Don’t cry. You can have my umbrella.”
“Really?” The little boy asked, as he looked up to her with gratefulness. “But how will you get home?”
“It’s okay. I’ll just call my dad. He’ll pick me up. In fact, I’ll ask him to take us both home. OK?”
“Thanks Kimi. You’re really nice.” The little boy smiled at her and he gave her a big hug.
“You’re welcome.”
The little boy watched as Kimi called her dad. And then within the hour, Kimi’s dad had picked them up and taken them both home. The little boy waved goodbye to Kimi and then ran into his house. The next day, Kimi caught Bart beating up another little boy for his lunch money.
“Stop that!” Kimi shouted at Bart. “Why are you beating him up?”
“Because I can.” Bart laughed. He had no remorse for what he was doing because he liked doing it. “Besides he owes me money.”
“Here take it.” The little boy through the money at him and ran away while Bart was distracted. “Just leave me alone!”
Bart took the money and smiled brightly as he counted it. “Alright, now I’ve got enough money for a new comic book.”
Kimi frowned at Bart. “You shouldn’t do that to people.”
“And why not?” Bart scoffed at her.
“You wouldn’t want people doing it to you, would you?”
“Like anyone would dare to challenge me.” Bart laughed with smug confidence.
“Bart, you can’t…” Kimi began, but Bart didn’t let her finish.
“Aw, save your preaching for Sunday School. I don’t care.”
Bart whistled to himself as he walked away from her. Kimi watched him go with sadness in her eyes. She knew that one day his evil deeds would come back to haunt him.

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Toothache at Big Mouth Bend

Toothache At Big Mouth Bend

Once upon a time, a long time ago, there was the valley of Big Mouth Bend. Big Mouth Bend had a lush landscape of celery trees and spinach grass. Clear blue skies and wide-open prairie. In the middle of this lush valley was the town of Gumm. Its people were happy and prosperous. Sheriff T. Paste kept the little town orderly and clean. But… every once in a while…

“Sheriff! Sheriff! You gotta come quick the Cavity Gang is at it again. They just robbed the town bank and got away with 500 enamels.” cried the town banker.
“Don’t worry none Mr. White. I’ll get ‘em.” assured Sheriff Paste.
So the Sheriff rode out on his horse and chased down the Cavity Gang. Ginger, Tarter, and Plaque were female triplets and they were always causing trouble. They didn’t like the town of Gumm. It was just too clean for their taste. Usually they just dug holes in peoples’ lawns, and graffitied the walls; but robbing the 1st Baby Tooth Bank was just plain low down.
Sheriff Paste soon caught up with them. He recovered the money and chased the Cavity Gang away. Sheriff Paste was greeted by a warm and cheering crowd, as he rode back into town with the town’s money.
“Here ya go Mr. White. Just like I promised.” smiled Sheriff Paste, as he handed the money back to Mr. White.
“Thank you Sheriff. You are a true credit to this community.” praised Mr. White.
“Aw twer’nt nothing.” laughed the Sheriff.
“Sheriff he’s right. Without you around, the Cavity Gang would turn this town to rot.” commended Mayor Molar, as he patted the sheriff on the back. “Come on down to the saloon and let me buy you a drink.”
“Sure thing Mayor. It’d be my honor.” accepted Sheriff Paste.
The bartender, Braces, greeted them as they came in the door.
“Hey Braces, give the Sheriff a shot of the new stuff.” recommended Mr. White.
“New Stuff? You mean there’s something new besides water and milk in this here bar?” asked Sheriff Paste.
“Sure is, but its powerful stuff. So be careful.” warned Mr. White.
“Here you go Sheriff.” said Braces, as he gave the Sheriff his drink.
Sheriff Paste looked at the drink. Sheriff sniffed at it first. It even smelled strong. Then he took a sip. It set his mouth on fire.
“Oh Boy! That stuff will kick you in the teeth. What’s it called?” complained Sheriff Paste.
“Lysterine.” chuckled Braces. “That there is the drink of Men.”
“Or something to take the paint off of fences.” choked Sheriff Paste.
“Ha ha ha ha.” they laughed.
And so it was in the town of Gumm. Law and Order ruled the day. But that was all about to change.

It was a dark and moonless night when the Cavity Gang visited Farmer Carnivore’s Ranch. They snuck in all quiet like and went straight for the barn.
“Shh, nice and quiet now girls. Get them cows loaded.” whispered Ginger.
“I don’t get it, Ginger.” questioned Tartar. “Why are we stealing cows?”
“Boss said to get the cows because we failed to get the money from the bank. Boss says we need capital.” explained Ginger.
“We gots a capital.” said Tartar. “The city of Roots ain’t that far away.”
“Not that kind of capital, dummy.” scolded Ginger.
“You girls quit jaw’n and load them cows up.” ordered Plaque.
“Quit your nagging Plak. We’re almost done.” said Ginger.

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The Brave Little Bottle

The Brave Little Bottle

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who put a message in a bottle and threw it off a pier. The little bottle hit the water and floated out to sea.
“What just happened to me? Did she just throw me away? What did I ever do to her? What did I do to deserve this?” thought the little bottle. “I was minding my own business, happy as a clam. Oh look a clam. Hi clam. He doesn’t look so happy either. I wonder who came up with that expression anyway, Happy as a clam. I was warm and dry in the cabinet at home with my friends, a jar of peanut butter and a bottle of syrup. Now look at me. A message shoved inside me, a cork on my head, and tossed out to sea. Abandoned…”
The little bottle had no idea why this was happening to him or where he was going to end up. But there was nothing he could do about it. So he just waited as he floated away and deeper out to sea.
Day after Day and week after week the little bottle was tossed to and fro with the waves as they followed the currents. Some days were good days. The sky was sunny and clear, and the seas were calm. And some days were bad days. There were storms at sea. The lightning would flash, and the thunder would roar. The skies would be dark, and the wind would blow very hard. The waves would be high, very very high and the sea would be black as night beneath him.
These were the days that the little bottle feared the most. These were the days when he realized how alone he was. Sometimes, he would be thrown high into the air, and sometimes, he would be dragged down deep into the sea.

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Tale of Two Teeth

The Tale of Two Teeth

Once upon a time, two little teeth lived in very different cities. One tooth lived in Left Mandible, a very clean city. The teeth were brushed every day. The gums were flossed every day. And Sheriff Paste kept the peace by never letting the cavity gang into town.
However, on the other side of Tongue Mountain, The Right Mandible was a very dirty city, and it smelled. It was never brushed. It was never flossed. The cavity gang lived here and took their orders from the Mayor Gum D. Seas. His sister Tuth D. Kaye ran the police department and she was as corrupted as her brother.
One day, a little tooth name Wright dared to cross the Tongue Mountain. He saw that the city was dirty, but he also saw that the teeth of that dirty city get to eat candy and drink soda anytime they wanted.
“Man, that’s so cool they get soda and candy anytime they want. They don’t have to brush and they don’t have to floss. I wish I could live there.”
So Wright decided that he would sneak into the city and see what this bad city life was like. He soon ran into Rong.
“Who are you and why are you so clean?” asked Rong.
“I’m Wright and I live in the city to the west over the Tongue Mountain.”
“Whoa, is it as clean there as you are?” asked Rong, full of curiosity.
“Yes, the teeth are brushed every day and the gums are flossed,” told Wright. “It’s all so…strict.”
“Cool, I wish I could see that.”
“Go ahead. You just go that way.”
So Wright told Rong how to get to his clean town of Left Mandible. Rong thanked Wright and was about to leave when Gingivitis of the cavity gang stopped him.
“Where are you going Rong?” she asked him.
“Oh hi Ginger. Um…nowhere. I was just going to take a little trip.”
“Yah, I overheard you and the boy talking. So you’re going to go over the mountain huh. Well, then you won’t mind doing me a little favor.”
“Like what?”
“I want you to take this package with you.” She told him.
“What is it?” asked Rong.
“Never you mind. Just set it down on the edge of town when you enter and my sister Plaque will be along to pick it up.”
“I don’t know.” he hesitated.
“Do it or I’ll tell Mayor D. Seas that you left town without a passport.”
“OK. OK, I’ll do it.”
“Good, and don’t worry nothing bad will happen. I promise.” She smiled at him.
And so Rong went to the town of Left Mandible on the other side of the Tongue Mountain. He sat the package down at the edge of town and he walked into the city. Almost immediately, he was stopped by the Center of Disease Control.
“Hold it.” demanded the guard.
“What’s wrong?” asked Rong, fearing that he was caught already.
“What’s wrong? You’re filthy. Before we let you into the city, you need to be decontaminated. We can’t have germs getting into the city. They cause too much havoc.”
“Oh.”
“Don’t worry; we’ll have you cleaned in no time. Follow me.” said the guard.

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Something Wicked in the Land of Ahhs

This is a story of Five Little Friends…

Vander Vampa, who was captain of the Chess Team, was a strong and confident young tooth of seventeen years old. He was as smart as he was handsome and he always seemed to know what to do.
Wendy Witchard, who was a writer on the Yearbook Staff, was a pretty, vivacious, and an “in the know” kind of girl. She was seventeen too. She was also generous, optimistic, and enjoyed being around others. Vander was the planner of the group, but she was the doer.
Greta Ghosten, who volunteered at the Animal Care Center, was bashful, humble, and shy. However, at sixteen years old, she was starting to come out of that shell. After all, she had made friends with Wendy. But that really wasn’t very hard, Wendy was friends with everybody.
Fudo Frankenberg, who played the trumpet in the school band, had a conventional personality. He was a quiet introvert, self-controlled and practical. For a sixteen-year-old tooth, he sometimes acted like a really old man. Fudo was the responsible one.
And then there was Wyndel Wolfgram, who was on the Soccer Team. He was as about as wild as one could get without being a true menace. He was a seventeen year old tooth who was energetic and always on the go. He wasn’t rebellious, but he never let the rules stop him from having a good time. He often got his friends into trouble, but at least they could say live was never boring with him around. And so they were all friends, differences and all.

Now the town of Jaaw was a nice quiet little suburb kind of town. The streets were clean, the houses were well kept, and the people were warm and friendly.
One day, there was a terrible rumbling in the sky; like the sound of rolling thunder. It was such a new sound that everybody in the town stopped and looked up. However, instead of dark clouds from an impending storm, they saw a huge plane like a bomber dropped leaflets from overhead and onto the town. Kids and adults alike picked up the leaflets and read them.
“Come and see the Midnight Munchies Show. Mystery and fun for everyone.”
They all continued to look up and waited until the plane was out of sight. With the strange and unusual sight gone, the town returned to normal. But with still so many leaflets covering the ground, the clean up crews came out early and began to straighten up the town.
“I wonder what the mystery is?” Wendy asked. She turned the leaflet over to see if there was anymore writing on the back.
“Don’t know,” Vander shrugged. He studied and liked the picture of the Cake-like castle on the flyer. “but its sounds cool.”
“Are you going to go Wyndel?” Greta asked Wyndel bashfully. She was standing on her tiptoes and reading the flyer over Fudo’s shoulder. “Cause I’ll go if you do.”
“Sure, it sounds like fun.” Wyndel smiled. He was already making plans to go straight after school.
“Hey, Fudo.” Vander called out Vander. He looked up from his flyer to face his friend.
“Hm.” responded Fudo, who was still looking down at the flyer.
“Come and go with us to the Midnight Munchie Show.”
“Eh.” Fudo shrugged, with little interest.
Wendy laughed. Fudo was a quiet boy. He never said much at all.

The Next Day, at school, there was a special assembly program in the auditorium. All the kids laughed and talked amongst themselves until the Principal showed up.
“Alright boys and girls, settle down now.” He told them. He adjusted his glasses upon his nose and cleared his throat.
Wendy had always thought that the Principal Mr. Molar looked so studious and intelligent in his glasses that she always smiled when she saw him. Wendy noticed that the kids got quiet and she prepared to listen to what he had to say.
“Now I know that you have all heard about the Midnight Munchie Show…” he began.
At the mention of the show, all the kids started whispering amongst themselves.
“…Now now now, I know your all excited, but I must admonish you not to go.”
That got the kids to quiet down again. And a few were disgruntled “Aw man” were heard.
“I know. I know you wanted to go, but it’s dangerous. Every 10 years the midnight munchies show comes to town and every 10 years people go missing.”
“Missing?” Wendy wondered pensively. “I wonder where they go.”
“Its obvious that they join the show and never come back is all.” Vander determined. He stretched his legs and put his arms on the splat of the seat. “There’s No mystery there. Why stay here when you can see the world?”
“Then what about the mysterious disappearance of Canton Bell?” Wyndel questioned them, in a low and ominous tone of voice.
“That’s just a story.” Vander said. He put his thumb on his cheek and his knuckle to his lips as he tried to remember the exact details of the story.
“But it’s a true story.” Greta told them fearfully. She tried to hide her nervousness by looking down and twiddling her thumbs.
“Hm.” Fudo pondered. He frowned and his eyebrows furrowed with worry.
Mr. Molar continued speaking and urged his students to curb their curiosity. “So please, I know your curious and I know you want to go and see the show; but don’t go. Instead, let us have a Market Festival.”
“Oh, hey that sounds like a cool idea.” One kid said aloud.
“Yeah, I’ll go to that.” Another one agreed.
“The Market Festival will feature fruits and vegetables from around the world and we will have great chefs that will show you how to prepare and cook fun and healthy dishes.”
“Yeah, festival, festival, festival.” The whole school chanted happily.
Principal Molar smiled and spoke to one of the other teachers as he exited the stage. “Wish we had thought of that sooner. We may have been able to save Canton Bell and the others.”
“Don’t worry, it was a good idea that you came up with; to counter evil with good. And we’ll do it every year from now on. We’ll never lose anyone again.” Mrs. Deerwater smiled and she gave him a comforting pat on the back.

Now that all they kids were excited about the Market Festival. They gladly worked to bring it about. They helped farmers pull up the vegetables. They helped them pick the fruits from trees and vines. Even more fruits and veggies were shipped in from around the world. The kids helped to sort, label, and carry the veggies to the Festival. Other kids helped by making signs, passing out flyers, or by building and painting stalls for the fruits and veggies to be sold. Soon news of the Market Festival was spread all over town and everyone was excited to see it.
And so, on Mouth Day, the whole town came to celebrate the Market Festival. There were games, and rides, and shows. The Jawbones sang their hit songs, including ‘My Teeth and Me’, and Greg, the Great Chef, showed off his culinary skills in greats feats of food preparation.
All day long and into the night, the entire town enjoyed good food, great music, and really fun games. And when the moon came up, fireworks lit up the night sky and ended the Market Festival. Everyone went home happy and full and ready to sleep. Everyone that is, but five curious little teeth.

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Small Fry Tales

Once upon a time, there was a young rabbit named Radcliff. Radcliff was a very curious little rabbit and poked his nose into everything. While his mother was cooking dinner, he would peek into each pot to see what was cooking.
“Radcliff, keep your nose out of the pots. You might get burned,” his mother said.
While his father read his paper, Radcliff would poke his nose into it to see what his father was reading.
“Radcliff, keep your nose out of my paper. I can’t read it with you there.” said his father.
While his older brother was playing with his toys, Radcliff would go into his closet to see what he could find.
“Radcliff, keep your nose out of my closets. That’s my stuff,” his brother yelled as he chased him out of his room.
Upon hearing all the fuss in the boy’s room, Mother called for Radcliff.
“Radcliff, dear, why don’t you go outside and play,” she said.
“O.K., Mom.” said Radcliff.
“Radcliff, do remember to keep your nose out of trouble.” reminded Mother.
Radcliff put on his hat and coat and went outside. He looked up. It was a wonderful day. The sky was blue, and the sun was shining. Radcliff smelled the air. It was light and full of honeysuckle. Radcliff followed his nose to a honeysuckle bush. He heard a Quail, so he poked his nose inside the bush. Inside the bush was a Quail’s nest. Inside the nest, he saw six baby Quail.
“Hello,” said Radcliff.
The baby Quail just chirped. Mother Quail chased Radcliff away.
“If you would be so kind as to keep your nose out of my nest, young man,” said Mother Quail.
“Yes, ma’am,” said Radcliff.
“Thank you,” she said and returned to her nest.
Radcliff continued to explore. He saw birds in the sky, ducks in a pond, and squirrels in the trees. Then he saw a badger dragging dinner back to his borrow. Radcliff followed the badger, right into his borrow. The badger chased Radcliff away.
“Keep your nose out of my borrow.” shouted the badger.
“Gee Whiz, you’re as cranky as my big brother,” Radcliff said from a safe distance.
Radcliff then heard buzzing. He followed his ears. There on the ground was a bee’s nest that had fallen out of a tree. Radcliff went over to see it. Radcliff poked his nose right into the bee’s nest, and the bees poked back.
“Keep your nose out of our honey.” said the bees as they chased Radcliff away.
Radcliff ran as fast as he could go. Radcliff ran all the way home. Radcliff ran through the front door and into the kitchen to his mother. Radcliff gasped for air as he told his mother about the Quail, the badger, and the bees.
“Why were they all so mean to me?” asked Radcliff.
“People like their privacy. Besides, little boys have no need to stick their noses where they do not belong.” said his mother.
Radcliff thought a moment.
“Then what is the difference between curiosity and being nosey?” asked Radcliff.
“To be curious is to wonder about how things work. To be nosey it to wonder what other people are doing.” explained his mother.
“Oh,” said Radcliff.
Radcliff sat in a chair as his mother applied ice to his nose for the bee stings.
From then on, Radcliff was still curious. But he was never nosey.

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Cavities of the Caribbean – Hardcover

Chapter 1

Sit ye down and I’ll tell ye a tale of the old pirate captain Black Tooth. He was a mean and salty dog that took great pleasure in sinking the great enamel ships of good King Crown.

It was a dark and stormy night as we sailed upon the high seas. The wind howled like an angry wolf as it beat against our sails. The rain fell in torrent abandonment and the sky roared with thunder and lightning.
I was busily tying down our cargo when I heard a yell from above.
“Ship Ahoy!!”
I wondered who else could be out on such a night as this and I hurried topside to see. In between the lightning flashes, I could just see the dark sails of another ship. And my soul filled with dread as I recognized that ship’s colors. I had heard many tales of this ship and its sugar thirsty crew; but I never thought I’d ever see her with my own eyes.
It was the dreaded ship of Captain Black Tooth that shadowed in our wake.
“Black Tooth! It’s Captain Black Tooth!!” shouted our lookout, frightened with fear.
“Oh no, that and this devil of a storm too! Hoist the sails men and we’ll try to use the winds to outrun them!” shouted our Captain above the din of the sea.
We hastily hoisted the sails and tried to make a run for it; but Black Tooth’s ship seemed to just glide over the waters as they got ever closer. And soon…
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
We were being fired upon.
“Return fire!” ordered the Captain.
Me and my mate Douglass rushed to load the cannons as the ship was tossed by the raging storm.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
We returned fire on Black Tooth’s ship. I fell down and slid across the deck more than once trying to load our cannons with gunpowder and cannon balls. And the sound of the thunder’s roar only added to the fierceness of the cannon fire.
“Captain! We’re on fire! The mast is burning!” yelled our helmsman.
“Put those fires out! If we lose the mast, we’ll be lost at sea for sure!”
It was now that Black Tooth’s ship pulled along side us and his barbaric crew boarded our ship. They shouted horrible snide remarks and taunts as they quickly subdued and rounded up our crew.
“Your mother wears combat boots!”
“Did you dress yourself in the dark?!”
“I’ve seen better heads on cabbage and beer!”
And though my Captain and crew fought bravely, we were all captured. There was nothing I could do. We were all made to get on our knees with our hands on our heads. I could only kneel and watch as my Captain faced off against theirs.

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Behold, I Stand at the Door and Knock

Behold, I Stand at the Door and Knock

19 As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten: be zealous therefore, and repent.
20 Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.
21 To him that overcometh will I grant to sit with me in my throne, even as I also overcame, and am set down with my Father in his throne.
22 He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches.
Revelations 3:19-22 KJV

Jesus is waiting for us to open our hearts to him and his teachings. When I was a child, my Sunday school teacher explained that just as your friends will ring your doorbell when they visit, and you can choose whether or not to let them in; you can also choose whether or not to live for God. Jesus never forced anyone to obey him. He never forced anyone to do anything that they didn’t want to do. You have a choice, just as people in the bible had a choice. They either chose to believe Jesus and listen to him or they chose to ignore him, and their lives remained unchanged.

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Basics of Christianity

The 23rd Psalm

Psalm 23:1-6
1 The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.

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60 Christian Traits

Confident

Having strong belief or full assurance that what I say or do will benefit me and more importantly it will benefit others.

Philippians 4:13
“I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.”

David Fights Goliath
1 Samuel 17:26, 45-47

26 David asked the men standing near him, “What will be done for the man who kills this Philistine and removes this disgrace from Israel? Who is this uncircumcised Philistine that he should defy the armies of the living God?”
45 David said to the Philistine, “You come against me with sword and spear and javelin, but I come against you in the name of the LORD Almighty, the God of the armies of Israel, whom you have defied.
46 This day the LORD will hand you over to me, and I’ll strike you down and cut off your head. Today I will give the carcasses of the Philistine army to the birds of the air and the beasts of the earth, and the whole world will know that there is a God in Israel.
47 All those gathered here will know that it is not by sword or spear that the LORD saves; for the battle is the LORD’s, and he will give all of you into our hands.”
Are you a confident person? Have you ever been afraid to do something, but did it anyway? Have you ever been on an airplane or a boat out at sea? Have you ever stood up to a bully to protect someone else? Have you ever traveled away from home to go somewhere that you’ve never been before? Have you ever given a bible study to someone?

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