Apparently I'm Not Allergic To Bees

I've just had the most amazing afternoon of my life.
I mean it.

At school, I rambled through class and got a parking ticket. A girl in my poetry class asked me what I was reading (I had my reference Bible and Keep Yourself In God's Love book out). She was a Christian and leafed through the book for a bit. Sweet. I will bring her a Bible Teach or YPA book on Thursday. Sweet.

I went for a walk on the beach at Blacks after class. It was an unusual walk. Half way through, I felt a sharp, lingering pain in my left foot. I looked down to see a bee ferociously spinning around, its stinger lodged in my arch. I felt a little odd. I didn't quite know what to do. So I looked around the beach for a bit of help. The only humans nearby were a buck naked man and his fully clothed wife. I hobbled over to them and pointed to my foot. The wife sprang to action, ripped the bee out of my foot and extracted the stinger. Sweet.

Apparently I'm not allergic to bees. Or naked old men.

Then, on the way back, two lifeguards in their truck stopped me.
"Can we ask you a question? We have a bet going on...What are you listening to on your iPod?" They guessed WHAM!, techno, or hip hop.
Little did they know, I was listening to My Book of Bible Stories.
Oh, oh yes.

For the next two hours, we spoke of everything under the sun. Scriptures, theories, prophecies. It was one of the most amazing witnessing experience I've ever had. I don't think I've ever talked to anyone for two hours straight. We talked until the sun started to go down and it began to get cold. Thankfully, they gave me a ride up the hill. So sweet.

It's true, you never feel happier than when you get to talk to someone about Jehovah.
The afternoon could not have been better.
I don't even mind the bee sting.
Sweet.

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