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Deb Donkers
Ontario, Canada
A new customer at the small-town pharmacy where I work said she was going on a mission to Ecuador. I had always yearned go on a mission myself, so I offered to join her. I didn’t know what would be involved, or what the people and culture would be like, so I researched the country before leaving.
by Betty Frank
Ohio, USA
For the past 30 something years, my husband and myself, and our children when they were growing up, have had a “truck patch”. We’ve grown sweet corn, potatoes, red beets and assorted other vegetables each summer, and then sold them. This has helped us to pay for college, cars, or whatever was needed.
After the kids grew up, just my husband and I continued on with this task, since he is a true “farm boy” at heart. He just loves the soil and growing things.
by S. J. Heron
Florida, USA
I grew up in the 50’s in a midwestern suburb. Summers were idyllic, but there was little to do except ride bikes, swing on the swings, or play dolls. Our parents were rather protective and didn’t allow us to wander far from home. We were often bored.
When the YMCA opened a facility in our neighborhood, we kids were thrilled. All the families joined. A gym, a trampoline, a swimming pool, and all within an area approved by our parents.