I told this story on Sunday at our meeting. It was a stormy day, not unlike this one, and I was working at Hersheypark’s Coal Cracker. The ride was shut down because of the weather and some guests were taking refuge under the gazebo. I’ll never forget the conversation I had with a woman that day. She looked at me—sideburns two-inches too long and shorts too-inches too short—and remarked simply: “You don’t belong here.”
After Trump, I want to love my enemies
After Trump, I want to love my enemies
After Trump, I want to love my enemies
I told this story on Sunday at our meeting. It was a stormy day, not unlike this one, and I was working at Hersheypark’s Coal Cracker. The ride was shut down because of the weather and some guests were taking refuge under the gazebo. I’ll never forget the conversation I had with a woman that day. She looked at me—sideburns two-inches too long and shorts too-inches too short—and remarked simply: “You don’t belong here.”