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    God often prepares us for a situation before we go through it.  When we were stationed in England, my husband, Floyd, a tech sergeant in the United States Air Force, came home from work to tell me that the Air Force had required them to take a class on clearing obstructed airways (choking) in adults and children.  (It was probably part of a CPR class.)  At the dinner table that…

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  • Ingratitude at its Highest

    After Mary had lived with us for a year, and she finally got ready to move into her own apartment, I asked her if we could claim her on our taxes since she didn’t file for herself.  Her response stunned me.  “I can’t allow that.  One time my personal information was stolen, and they told me to never give it out.  So I can’t give it to you.” She’s lived…

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    Serving in the United States Air Force, we did some traveling.  We were stationed in Greece when Floyd (my husband) received a letter from Obe (pronounced OH-bee) Hokanson, a missionary friend of ours who was serving the Lord at Aviano Air Base in Italy.  He wrote, “I’m arranging a sight-seeing trip to Israel.  Come and go with us.”  The trip was for two weeks. He didn’t have to invite twice. …