Your mom was a praying woman for sure. (smiles)

Vicki


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From: Phil Scovell  <[log in to unmask]>
To: [log in to unmask]
Date: Monday, December 7, 2015 4:53 pm
Subject: Back to school

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> Besides December 7th being the day Pearl Harbor was bomb, it also happens to be the first day I ever attended a school for the blind back in 1964.  Of course, the war was many years earlier.  Fortunately, I went home on weekends unless we had wrestling tournaments on Saturday.  I cried every day; all day.  I used to tell myself, I can't wait till bed time.  Mom had purchased me a small bear rug the laid atop my pillow.  She said I could sleep with it and remember they were all praying for me.  I knew it wouldn't work.  Crawling in     between the sheets that first night, I pulled the bear down next to me and prepared myself to cry myself to sleep.  I was in a strange place with even stranger people I didn't know.  I waited but the tears would not come.  I frankly was disappointed.  I was hoping the night filled with tears would wear me out and I'd get over my home sickness sooner rather than later.  The second night, I tried crying myself to sleep but that night, nor any other night, would tears come.  One day, many weeks later, I thought the experience was strange enough to mention to my mom.  She smiled and said, "Philip, I prayed especially that God would be with you during the nights and that tears wouldn't even be able to come.  I knew it had to be something like that because even the home sickness wasn't present at night when getting into bed.  See?  He does care.
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> Phil.
> Living His Name
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