Jesus Savior pilot me, over life’s tempestuous sea. Amen.
“You can have anything in this pile,” the contractor said, as he pointed to scraps sitting out by the curb. The builders were half- finished with the new home at the end of the next block from where Bud lived. He had his eye on those cuttings as they had grown into a pretty respectable inventory, and had asked if they were going to take them to the dump.
Britt, the head guy, noting Bud’s interest asked: “What are you going to use them for?” Bud quickly responded; “I’m building a boat, and I really need the plywood.”
This was the beginning of their man-boy relationship; for Britt remembered fondly his days of putting things together as a youngster. He was a source of continuing help as he realized he had a student on his hands. ….. and he was an eager listener.
Days went on in that back and…
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