Jude 2

A school friend of mine from Middle school died last week. He was rather unpolished, a rebel, and rode a Harley with a friendly group. I think he was a Christian at the last. He chose to be buried on his property in the woods. At the graveside service, as he was being lowered into the ground, his Harley friends started up the engines and reved them up as a farewell tribute to him. (I guess). Anyway, it was a complete suprise to most of us and left most of us scratching our heads as we left. I reminded myself that we are all different and to each his own.

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