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1. When I was eight years old, we lived in a bus for nine months and traveled from North Carolina to Texas staying in mostly Woolco and K-mart parking lots and telling people about Jesus and that we were missionaries going to the Philippines. I still don’t know how my parents expected to drive that bus across the Pacific Ocean had it not been for the five year detour in Texas. But my parents didn’t plan far enough ahead to know where dinner was coming from, yet alone what was meant to happen when we reached California. My only real regret was never meeting David Cassidy seeing as I had the perfect intro.

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