Misplaced Trust

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    In August, 1989, Floyd worked for GE Aircraft Engines, and they were relocating our family from Cincinnati, Ohio to Valdosta, Georgia.  It was a straight shot down Interstate 75.  A moving truck packed us up, so all we had to transport were our two vehicles, three kids, and ourselves.  That sounded easy enough. We loaded up and hit the road.  I followed Floyd down 75, through downtown Cincinnati and into…

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    In June, I was at the Fort Riley Army Post in Junction City, Kansas, helping my daughter-in-law with the kids after her hernia repair.  We stopped by the Exchange, and I met a lady there who was doing a book-signing, so I talked to her.  She was a self-published author who set up book-signings all over the country on military bases.  I asked her how she did in sales.  She…

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    In 1998, two weeks before Christmas, a faulty clock radio cord caused an electrical fire in the bedroom of our 16-year-old daughter, Jamie.  Fortunately, Floyd and I were both home when our smoke detector sounded, and so was our son.  But our daughters were both at school. Toby had been living on his own, and Jamie’s dad gave her permission to move into his empty room, so she had been…

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