hewunch
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When I first started turning (bowls) I did it for relaxation and to make Christmas gifts. The relaxation part was good. Some guys hunt, some fish, that isn't my thing so turning was a really God send for me in relieving stress.
Then I started turning pens. And for the first time in my life I had a hobby that supported itself.
And, I have made many, many new friends.
Well, today I got a new benefit....
When I was younger my family lived in Illinois, outside of Chicago. When I was in the 6th grade, my folks split up and my Mom and I moved to a town near Columbia, SC.
While I was in Illinois, I started scouts. First cub scouts and then boy scouts. I had just finished my 1st year when mom and I moved away. But, I really liked my troop in Ill and my scoutmaster was really there for me when I was going through my folks divorce.
When we moved, I found a new troop and like so many I got my Eagle between 17 and 18 yrs old.... Fast forward a couple of decades.
My oldest son is in Boy Scouts now. In the transition between cubs and BSA, I got out some of my old stuff. In it was a neckerchief from my old troop in Ill. I contacted the troop to see what ever became of my old Scoutmaster.
Turns out, he went on from there to become involved regionally and then nationally. And he received the silver buffalo (for those that don't know, that is like the congressional medal of honor for scouting). I was proud to have known him and extremely happy for him... Fast forward to today.
I get an email from out of the blue. The person it was from said he had received a pen from a friend and apparently searched to find others that made pens. In the process he ran across my name and decided to contact me. He remembered me after all those years, one of I am sure dozens of boys who was only in the troop for just over a year.
Thought I would share.... Romans 8:28
Then I started turning pens. And for the first time in my life I had a hobby that supported itself.
Well, today I got a new benefit....
When I was younger my family lived in Illinois, outside of Chicago. When I was in the 6th grade, my folks split up and my Mom and I moved to a town near Columbia, SC.
While I was in Illinois, I started scouts. First cub scouts and then boy scouts. I had just finished my 1st year when mom and I moved away. But, I really liked my troop in Ill and my scoutmaster was really there for me when I was going through my folks divorce.
When we moved, I found a new troop and like so many I got my Eagle between 17 and 18 yrs old.... Fast forward a couple of decades.
My oldest son is in Boy Scouts now. In the transition between cubs and BSA, I got out some of my old stuff. In it was a neckerchief from my old troop in Ill. I contacted the troop to see what ever became of my old Scoutmaster.
Turns out, he went on from there to become involved regionally and then nationally. And he received the silver buffalo (for those that don't know, that is like the congressional medal of honor for scouting). I was proud to have known him and extremely happy for him... Fast forward to today.
I get an email from out of the blue. The person it was from said he had received a pen from a friend and apparently searched to find others that made pens. In the process he ran across my name and decided to contact me. He remembered me after all those years, one of I am sure dozens of boys who was only in the troop for just over a year.
Thought I would share.... Romans 8:28
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