Six years ago, I sent away for a Camp Kodiak DVD, thinking perhaps someday my son might go. When it arrived, I plopped down at the table, slipped it into my computer, and proceeded to watch. My son wondered in, watched over my shoulder and announced, "I have to go there."
He did, again and again. It was the best thing I ever did for him; the best therapy he ever received, a gift, I have no doubt, from God. All these years later, the camp has produced a new video.
Every word is true.
Sunday, December 2, 2012
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