For Wilshire Baptist Church
I was stuck. I had just walked out of Lowe’s with lightbulbs and wasp spray and there was the trap: A Boy Scout at a table with a sign that said, “Will You Help Fund My Adventure?“
I’m a pushover for the Scouts, having been one myself. We camped every month regardless of the season, trekked at Philmont Scout Ranch and hiked rim-to-rim at the Grand Canyon. So my silent answer to the sign was, “Yes, I will help.”
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