Isaac had lived in a small town in France at the time of Hitler’s army’s invasion. The men of the whole region quickly formed an underground resistance to the German army. They did whatever they could to thwart the Germans’ efforts. During one of their missions to destroy some of the enemy’s supplies, some German soldiers had been killed. The German commanding officer decided to take revenge and chose Isaac’s hometown to pay the price.
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It was the time of the Korean War, and Carl knew that if he didn’t sign up for the military, he would be drafted. If he signed up, he would have two advantages. First, he would have a say in what branch of the military he went in to, and second, he could become an officer. He chose the army.
When one of the coaches asked me to come out for football my junior year, my father decided he'd let me as long as I kept good grades and still did the chores. "But there is one problem," he said. "We might not always have anything available for you to drive for the practices. Your brother has first option to use the old car for college."
Every summer, many of the different church congregations and small communities form youth softball teams for a big tournament. It is a big event. But the year when I was fourteen, young men were abundant in my small, rural community. The older boys decided that they didn’t want us younger boys playing with them.
One thing I love to do in the summer when I have time is to stop at children's lemonade stands. I do like lemonade, but I think the biggest reason is that I have a fondness for children who have an entrepreneurial spirit, and I want them to succeed. That is why I stopped at one on my way home from work.
One day, the leader of her church congregation called Wanda into his office. "I have always admired your yard and gardens," he said, "If you have looked around the church, you probably have noticed that the shrubs are quite overgrown and lackluster in their appearance. I was wondering if you would take on the assignment to spruce them up a bit. I'm not expecting you to do it alone, you can ask others to help." Wanda had always felt she had somewhat of a green thumb and readily agreed. She didn't think she really needed any help, either.
I had been helping run the lights for a theatre production in a neighboring community when my wife, Donna, saw a Facebook posting. It was a community events page in one of the sites that she often checks. She saw that there was a posting about a musical that was getting close to production and needed some more men.