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Sunday, February 17 2002

Scary experience

As I was walking along the Ghost Town Trail last evening between Nanty Glo and Twin Rocks, I began thinking back to the trains that formerly traveled the same route. The thoughts brought back memories of a scary incident that happened when I was about 12 years old.

A friend and I spent Saturday exploring the woods and rocks along the Jackson Township side of the Blacklick Creek. Even though it was a cold winter day, we waded through the snow and made our way down to the water and spent much of the afternoon throwing rocks, sticks, logs and snowballs into the creek. We came close to falling in several times but managed each time to grab onto a branch or tree trunk.

Before we knew it, daylight dimmed and darkness was closing in around us. My friend knew I couldn't see in the dark. We both wondered how we were going to make our way back up the hill through the rocks and trees. Just then, a train passed on the opposite side of the creek on what is now the Ghost Town Trail. We both came to the idea of crossing the creek and following the tracks back into Nanty Glo and walking the streets to get home.

Fortunately, the water was low and we found a place where rocks were above water all the way across the creek. My friend volunteered to go first and tell me where to jump and step to keep on the rocks and out of the water. I did very well at staying on the rocks even though my shoes were wet and slippery. However, my luck ended when we were about three-quarters of the way across. At that point, I had to jump across about four feet of water to a small rock. Making the jump was easy, but staying balanced on the rock until my friend moved from the next rock was too much. I slipped off the rock and landed on my feet in water up to my thighs.

My friend grabbed my arm and helped me onto the rock beside him. We made it safely across the remainder of the creek and up to the railroad tracks. We then made our way along the rails into town. My pant legs froze to ice and to my surprise the ice made them warmer than when they were just wet. We ran the rest of the way home and I never was brave enough to tell my parents about my scary experience.

Why tachers go crazy-2

TEACHER: George, go to the map and find North America.
GEORGE: Here it is!
TEACHER: Correct. Now, class, who discovered America?
CLASS: George


TEACHER: Willy, name one important thing we have today that we didn't have ten years ago.

Sent by Mike Harrison

Thought for the day

St. Paul tells us that the human body has a purpose. It is more than a physical apparatus. It is a temple. Your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit. These strange, marvelous bodies of ours that are able to do almost anything, even go to the moon, were devised by God for himself, that He might take up residence in them, He sent His Son to take away our sin that we might fulfill the end for which our bodies were made: to be temples of His Presence.

St. Gregory of Nyssa goes so far as to say that the person who is not indwelt by God the Holy Spirit is not a human being.

— Anthony M. Coniaris
Daily Vitamins for Spiritual Growth

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