Mr. Bear

We have a bear that's up for grabs. The first person to respond can have it! Priority mailed right to your door.
We want to kick that bear to kingdom come. We look at it and we remember the excitement of the night before our first treatment. One of three that has failed.

I get lost in thought of being a kid in a small town with a youth group that spent a lot of time together. In the summer months we played a lot of kick the can...either in Ash Court or on the road in front of the church. We played it for hours and hours. No one wanted to be the one to guard the can, but someone always had to. The goal was to kick the can before the guard tagged you! What fun we had. If we weren't playing kick the can we were often in the woods playing capture the flag or taking the new guy snipe hunting. We had good times. The connection here? I want to kick the bear just like we kicked the can! Back then when we successfully kicked the can it was joyful! Maybe kicking the bear would feel joyful. I'm not sure if we'll actually kick it, we might, there is a big playing field here on campus! Or we might hide it or give it away. We'll see how we feel tomorrow, or even in a couple of hours. Maybe then we'll want to keep the bear.