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Thoughts on Change, Adulthood, Standards, Large Heads…

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The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian
The Door in the Air

Is it pretentious for a Minnesotan lad to wear tropical shirts in summer? Or is it wishful thinking? On the other hand, perhaps it’s just a way of expressing resignation to the new climate.

An odd way of beginning this letter, I suppose, but strangely, after a week of crazy events and numerous lessons learned, it’s the only thing I can think about at the moment. I just purchased a couple of tropical shirts, you see, and I now own four of them. My brothers each have a few of ’em too. And come May each year, we start wearin’ them like fanatics, even though we publicly denounce hot weather and would never live in the tropics (not at this point, anyways). I won’t pretend that it’s significant or paradoxical: it’s just something I realized yesterday when I was in the checkout at Unique Thrift Store and it struck me as funny. I also picked up another pair of large aviator sunglasses. I’d most likely be wearing these even if they weren’t suddenly back in style: they’re the only kind of sunglasses which aren’t too small for my grande cabesa.

It seems like I should have plenty to write about this week: I got my wisdom teeth pulled, went through a period of sickening recovery, went back to the YMCA for the first time in about 3 weeks, saw the terrific new ‘Prince Caspian’ film, went to a different church, started and finished two lengthy books (THAT hadn’t happened in quite a while), won a contest, watched the crab-apple tree slowly turn aflame with pink blossoms, slept out-of-doors next to a bonfire in the back yard, went bike-riding for the first time this year, talked much with dear old friends (in person and over the phone), applied for 5 jobs, closely examined a fully-restored 1948 Buick and talked about auto restoration with its pipe-smoking owner, and cleaned my room *thoroughly* 6 or 7 times. Yes, there’s plenty I could talk about, but I want to keep this week’s missive short(er). I know now for a fact that the great length of my updates has kept some of my busier readers from attempting to read them and I want to exercise a little restraint, and use the space I have to talk about things that really matter. (To me, anyways. I can only speak for myself.)

Somewhere along the line I think I grew up. Part of the way, anyways. I still enjoy being goofy and weird and making people feel awkward, but the things I let my thoughts dwell upon, the things I strive for, and the things I prefer to talk about are all very different from what they were two or three years ago. I can pinpoint no single spot where this happened, or even began to happen. And I won’t pretend that I’m a better person than I used to be, just because I focus on ‘grown-up’ things. But I DO know that when I was 17 I enjoyed playing video games and making action movies. I liked talking about movie stars, and I thought a lot about guns. Now I’m 19 and I realize that instead of video games, writing and learning are my source of entertainment. I like to talk about books and music, how they are created, and how they affect people. And I (surprising to me!) really like talking about things Christ has taught me (or beat into me). And instead of guns, I’m ALWAYS thinking about houses, cars, money, insurance, and taxes. And I don’t even HAVE any of those things. I don’t even KNOW anything about them. What business do I have filling my mind with thoughts about them?

Of course, it’s not wrong to be thinking about the future. Nothing wrong with being mentally prepared for that fateful day when I’m responsible for not only myself, but also a wife and kids, and being a witness to the World of the Gospel of Christ. But it is frustrating. It gives me a real Peter Pan feeling. I wish I didn’t HAVE to think about these things. I wish I was still 11, and just mature enough to do my schoolwork without an argument and have plenty of time left over to watch Batman on TV, and go to Ken’s Market for Tootsie Pops after dinner. Why?
I am continually haunted by the lingering thought that not only do I NOT have a job, I can’t seem to GET one, much less get one doing one of the few trades I HAVE been trained in. What good is it being ready to have a job (or five, or eight) when there AREN’T any? What good is it being ready for marriage (I’m not) when the means to be married are completely absent? They say there are many joys of being an adult which compensate for the sacrifices the adult must make. The Rapture of the first kiss of marriage: or the Joy holding your infant child in your arms: or the Wonder, after years of toil, of seeing your son follow in Christ’s footsteps: or the satisfaction that can only come when we have dutifully pursued the task God has given us on this earth, and advanced His Kingdom: they say that these make up for not having the friends, the freedom, and the time you had when you were younger, that they compensate for the struggles of marriage and endless labour in the workplace. And I don’t doubt it! I would gladly accept this mantle of hard labour and sacrifice to become the Complete Man, the Fully Alive Image of God that He has called me to Be. But, while I wish for this with all my heart, it doesn’t seem to be happening. I don’t feel qualified: I don’t feel equipped: I don’t even know what step to take next. And even though I’m 19, I get the nagging impression that time is running out. It’s one thing to be at the point where you are willing to do whatever God ask of you, no matter how it conflicts with your comfort level or personal idea of happiness. But it’s another to be at that point and be completely helpless, ignorant, motionless: ready to move, but not knowing WHERE or HOW to move. Frankly, it’s a fearful thing to be penniless and staring a lifetime of expenses in the face. Or to be ignorant of the basics of adult responsibility and face a future where I will ALWAYS be an adult and ALWAYS have responsibility. What good is it being ready and willing to do what “it” takes when “it” never seems to happen? THAT’S why I wish I was 11 again, so I could enjoy the meaningless tribulations of childhood and not have to think about being equipped to face the terrifying possibilities of the grown-up world. Ignorance WAS bliss. I would like to be a child, or I would like to be a Man, spiritually and otherwise. But I DON’T want to be in the middle, at this point where I’ve given up childish things but seem unable to take on the task of being a Man. It’s hard. Often it keeps me awake at night. I’m keeping my eyes peeled for rhemas. I want to know what God is saying to me. I want Peace and Security in Him, not in worldly things. But that will only come when I “Fear God and keep his commandments, for this is the whole duty of Man.” And I need to know what His commandment is for me RIGHT NOW. It’s SO hard to think about ‘Right Now.’ My mind is on the Future. And it shouldn’t be, if it takes my mind off Christ.

A while ago I mentioned my study of music: the purpose of this study was not to find some end-all standard for what is wrong and what is right regarding music, and I perhaps made the study sound more important than it was. But I DID want to know what I really believed about the subject, so I might ‘be ready always to give an answer.’ (I know, that was a bit out of context…) After all, I never really had a ‘good’ reason for holding the music standards I had, other than the fact that they had been taught to me. I wanted, in studying this, to know that whatever standards I held were God’s. Brace yourselves: the earth-shatteringly simple conclusion of this study is about to be stated.

Not that it’s especially profound: it’s just totally obvious and I’m surprised (and sheepish) that I didn’t see it right off. It’s so obvious, it’s so elementary. Basic stuff. Laughably simple. But it covers so many areas beyond mere music standards that I can’t help being a bit excited about it, now that I’ve finally grasped it, finally found it applicable to my life. What is it? In the last paragraph I said that whatever standards I have should be the same as God’s. So I asked myself what God’s standards were…

And that was it. I had the answer. God’s standards (laws) are written all over two things: our hearts (conscience) and His Word (Scripture). So my behavior, my activities, my habits, my thoughts, my goals, my desires, my EVERYTHING, if they do not line up with every aspect of Conscience and Scripture, then they are wrong. That’s it. That’s my big discovery. I feel like a baby that just learned what food is for. All I have to do is know what God’s word says, and I’ll know how I should live my life. And if something like Rock Music or Smoking or Tennis or Blue Jeans or TV or Video Games is not discussed in God’s word, all I have to do is figure out whether performing any of these activities will cause me, later on, to defy God’s word. If my parents do not want me listening to Rock Music and there are no verses about it, then all I need is the command to ‘Honor thy Father and they Mother’ and I know that Rock Music is wrong FOR ME. Not because it’s necessarily wrong in its own right (maybe it is and maybe it isn’t, I haven’t gotten that far or that specific yet), but because listening to it causes me to sin by dishonoring my parents. And even if something IS permissible by God’s Word and my Conscience, is it the BEST thing to be doing? ‘All things are lawful, but not all things are excellent.’ This, as I said before, is so basic that I feel stupid for only seeing it now, after having been a Christian since 1997. But it’s freeing, in a way. Now I *know* that I need not rely on myself for the answers, for the standards. But it also gives me a big responsibility: if God’s Word is my guide, I better know it well. And I’m afraid I don’t. So my new goal for this summer is to become more familiar with God’s Word and His Ways, and to build my conscience up with His Commandments. It is, after all, my duty.

I sure hope all this makes sense. 🙂

Love All!
Dave Abe Dueck, 4th Dueck in Line for Top Dog in the Legacy

Written by Dave Dueck

May 18, 2008 at 4:26 pm

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There’s No Place Like IBLP…

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Sweeney Todd The Demon Barber Of Fleet Street Deluxe – Complete Edition
No Place Like London

First let me say it’s a real pleasure to be writing to everybody again. As many of you know, I returned to Hinsdale, Illinois and Big Sandy, TX to help the Video Department out with the IBLP Regional Homeschooling Conference. It’s been an incredibly busy, stressful, trying, and lonely 2 ½ weeks for me, and I can’t tell you how often I have looked forward to that relaxing day when I might sit back in my old blue office chair and whack out another letter to my amazing friends and families. As it’s my habit to write some kind of update at least once a week, I felt sullied and unusual after skipping a couple of weeks, but this letter will hopefully put things to rights. It’s wonderful to be back!

If I had to be as blunt as possible in describing my spiritual life at IBLP last year, I suppose I would liken it to having a lovely back massage, which slowly transformed into a semi-truck driving over me slowly enough for me to feel my bones snapping one by one as God hammered me into a different person. If I had to be just as honest and concise in my description of the past two weeks or so, I would describe it as being hit by a semi-truck moving at upwards of 150 mph. The two experiences were equally difficult and transforming, but one was long and drawn out while the other packed the same amount of discomfort and change into a much shorter time-frame.

Now PLEASE do not misunderstand me: a lot of what you’re about to read might sound like complaining, whining, bitterness & spite, etc., but I’m only describing the spiritual pressures God placed on me, and I’m not speaking out against the Institute itself, or against anybody there. The people there are amazing. The teachings are first-rate. The ministry mindset is unequalled. And the video training I received as an intern there was invaluable. But God used my experience there to train me in things other than (and more important than) commercial video. I freely admit I’m only just taking the first basic steps in Christianity and all the sacrifice and self-discipline it requires, and last year God really put the squeeze on me, clamping down on me so that I would be forced to either really apply His ways in my life or crash and burn. When God talks and we cover our ears, He hits. And it hurts. And I found out that it hurts less to make the sacrifices He asks of us than it does to resist Him. Thus He really got my attention, and I think I learned a thing or two. There were severe hardships I experienced last year which any seasoned Christian might chuckle to hear: they were simply the trials God puts any naughty kid through to help them learn and grow, but it was a new thing for me. But while these hardships were definitely beneficial, I won’t pretend I enjoyed them.

So when I walked back into the Production Centre at IBLP HQ on April 23, clean shaven and ready to aid the Video Department in putting on a massive national conference, a flood of unpleasant memories came crashing down on me, invading my mind like a horde of militant trolls I thought I’d conquered months ago. I got a pit in my stomach, a severe headache, and eventually even became physically ill. And it only got worse. I won’t go into detail. Some of it is too complicated to explain briefly, and the rest is none of your business at present. And even had none of these old difficulties been present, it was somewhat depressing coming back to IBLP after five months. Things had changed drastically (and for the worse, it seemed) in the relatively short time I’d been gone. For one thing, most of the old crowd was gone. The place was a ghost town.

Added to this was actual physical workload. Conferences are never easy things to videotape, and ESPECIALLY not in Big Sandy, TX. The place is a hot, muggy, bug-ridden college campus which is rotting underneath its inhabitants. I have been there every year for several years in a row now and I hate it more every time I go. Besides the distasteful environment, the work is immensely involving, fast-paced and HARD. Physically draining, even damaging (my back is still incredibly sore). And we were understaffed this time around. Everything was so last-minute and chaotic, so disorganized and frustratingly badly managed, that I sincerely believed that the conference would end up being a technical failure. Things did not look pretty.

The only thing I could ask God was “Why?” Why was I back in this place of suffering after enjoying five months of unbridled, peaceful bliss at Home? Hadn’t I fought this battle before? Wasn’t I ‘better’ than this by now? I told myself at first that I had only come because I had no good reason to say no, and that I could have stayed home if I’d wanted. But deep down, I knew I had come because Jesus Himself TOLD me to, and I wasn’t about to ignore Him again. But WHY?! Why had He called me hear?

The I was reminded that even when Job was beset by Satan’s attacks, God didn’t give him a reason for his suffering. Not at first, anyways. Remembering this did a couple things to help my attitude: first, it put things in perspective. I hadn’t lost ten children to a freak accident, I wasn’t covered in boils, etc. Second, it helped me to be patient and trust God to teach me my New Lesson in His time, if He even thought I deserved a reason. One of the things I keep telling myself is that God is GOD. He owes me nothing. Gratefulness for the blessings He HAS given me usually results when I think about that.

Finally, a bit of CS Lewis wisdom cemented things for me. It’s a rather long quote so I won’t reproduce it here, but it can be found in the chapter on Christian Apologetics in the compilation book ‘God in the Dock.’ Lewis explains how progress in Christianity is only possible by discomfort. If one is comfortable, then one will not change or seek growth. It is only when we are confronted with something totally clashing with our natural comforts and instincts that we seek out the truth. This was on April 27. From then on, my attitude gradually improved. If God wanted me there, and wanted me to suffer, and did not see fit to tell me why, I would still trust him. Ironically, the circumstances got steadily worse. I guess I asked for it. J

I suppose the best thing to do would be to give a day-by-day play-by-play of my work schedule as best I can, describing only the noteworthy events. Afterwards I shall briefly explain what I think I’ve learned from the whole thing.

Wednesday, April 23:
Flew to Chicago. Plane was 45 minutes late. Arrived to find all video/audio equipment already packed. There are 5 pallets’ worth of equipment. 3 go on the semi-trailer taking the bulk of IBLP equipment to TX, while the remaining 2 will be loaded onto the small trailer pulled by our personal 15-passenger van. After helping load equipment onto various transportation platforms, I retire to my quarters to wash up. A few of the guys take me to Chipotle for dinner. I get to sleep roughly 11:30 PM.

Thursday, April 24:
A department meeting was scheduled for 9:15 am, hopefully we‘ll leave by 10:00. Nobody shows up until 9:35. Van is leaking transmission fluid. New van is not located and connected to trailer until 10:30. We leave for TX at about 11:00. Lunch at Subway. I have a whole bench in the van to myself and I take advantage of it, stretching out and sleeping for long periods. We reach a hotel in Arkansas sometime around 11:30 pm and because there are 3 of us in one of the rooms, I sleep on the floor. Not very restful.

Friday, April 25:
Continental breakfast. A man from Tennessee is at our table and marvels at seeing two Minnesotans this far South. Turns out he’s going back to Tennessee after spending the winter ‘down south.’ I guess I didn’t know they have much of a winter in Tennessee, but this guy swears it gets ’down to the thirties’ where he comes from. We finish the trip to Big Sandy, me getting more sleep and Andy (driver) getting pulled over: trailer lights not working. We unload the trailer at the convention center and head over to our dormitories, where I am informed that we will do no more work that day. I get into bed at the insanely cool hour of 6:30 pm and sleep until…

Saturday, April 26:
…8:30 am. 14 (!) hours of blissfully uninterrupted somnolence!! Then the fun is over and the work really begins. Much carrying of heavy, heavy, delicate equipment. Much physical exertion. I don’t know why I was bummed about not being able to visit the YMCA during this trip, I got more of a workout than I would get at any wimpy gym. The semi-trailer arrives from Chicago and we unload our stuff from it, and begin setting some of it up. Got to bed late.

Sunday, April 27:
Not as much work today. We made a trip to Longview where we loaded up on pizza, Starbucks and Best Buy. We got back in mid-afternoon and did some more work.

Monday, April 28:
Did quite a bit of work on this day. Paige arrived with the EXCEL people in the afternoon and we had a great talk. Definitely a relief to see a familiar, kindred, sympathetic face (and such a gorgeous one at that!). I ate dinner with her and her many female associates that evening. That night we are both invited to the Ludvigson family’s home for a ‘Minnesotan Party.’ (They used to live in Mora, MN, and went to our church. Ryan Ludvigson is one of the original ‘Bash Brothers’ in my circle and we’re old drinking buddies. I hadn’t seen him in a couple years. Yay!) At about 10:00 pm we head back to the dorms. Paige turns in. I go back to work. Bed at 2:00 am.

Tuesday, April 29:
The conference begins! After a bunch of running around doing last-minute setups, equipment troubleshooting, repairs, etc., the first session of the conference opens with a grand ceremony at 6:30 pm. At 9:00 it adjourns and the first night of the conference has finished. Bed at 12:00 am.

Wednesday, April 30:
Up at 6:15 so I can be ready to videotape the Father’s morning session at the Library building at 7:00 am. It lasts until 9:00, and the main session begins at the Auditorium at 9:30. I am scheduled to run the main camera at the 2:00 afternoon adult session, but wildly fluctuating blood sugar levels and a caffeine deficiency, as well as sleep deprivation and physical exhaustion, make me nauseous and I am bed-ridden that afternoon (threw up once). That evening I go back to the auditorium and I run the main camera. I’m not sure how I did it, God is amazing!! That night me and Paige casually attend the Presidential Volunteer Service Awards Reception, where we each receive a medal and plaque! Made my day. I received a Gold-Level award, Paige got Silver. Sipped punch, ate cookies, hobnobbed with fellow recipients. Went to bed at the merciful hour of 10:30-ish.

Thursday, May 1:
Got up early again for the 7:00 Fathers’ session. At 10:30 I ran main camera in the auditorium again, and at 2:00 I went back to the Library building to tape the Student sessions. I don’t get out of that smelly, musty, stuffy building again until 7:00 pm, and then only to change clothes: we begin tearing down select equipment for the trip to Dallas and Garland, where the Garland Father’s Conference is scheduled to begin the following day at 7:00 pm. We pack up the trailer with a few necessary items, and three or four of us begin the drive to Dallas. We stop to pick up another video guy at the airport, and we reach the Dallas Training Centre at 2:15 am. Bed.

Friday, May 2:
Up at 6:45 to travel to the Garland Events Centre. We spend all day setting up the equipment and getting things working and finish 15-20 minutes before starting time. It’s SO good to be working with Jonathan Goff again (the guy we got from the airport). My Dad arrives for the conference and it’s great to see him again. After the session adjourns at 10:00 pm, the rest of the video crew arrives from Big Sandy with some more equipment, which we set up. Then we go back to Dallas and hit the sack at about midnight.

Saturday, May 3:
An actually very laid-back day. I only tape 2 or 3 sessions. Took a long walk with Dad, had a great time, good talk. After the final session ends we tear down all the equipment and pack it up. We go back to Dallas, eat a quick dinner (Greek meatballs and an amazing sauce, soy broccoli, homemade ice cream!), Paige gives me a quick tour of the DTC, and then we leave for Big Sandy so we can pack up the rest of our equipment. We get there about 11:30 and go right to bed.

Sunday, May 4:
Oh, loverly bliss! Slept in until 12:30. Lunch (or breakfast) at Bodacious BBQ, then to work! ALERT Battalion has already packed much of our equipment, but even so we’re not done until 8:30 pm. Hard, hard labour. We load the trailer and the semi truck, and then got to DQ for dinner. By this time I am very sick of fast food, which has been my sustenance for the vast majority of my meals since leaving home.

Monday, May 5:

We leave for Chicago. Nothing but a bunch of driving. We have more passengers this time around, so no lying down for me. We get to a hotel in Missouri someplace and I sleep on the floor again. Not restful in the slightest.

Tuesday, May 6:
More driving until late afternoon. We reach IBLP HQ and unload our trailer. I am SO done working. Bed at a respectable hour.

Wednesday, May 7:
My work is officially over today. I sleep WAY in and go to lunch, after which I take a lovely walk down my old route to downtown Hinsdale, where I visit my favourite bookshop and Starbucks, as well as the train station. It does me a lot of good to see those favourite haunts again. I can finally relax and reflect, and listen. To God’s voice, to birds chirping, to stiff breezes in the new leaves. The flowers are blooming and the town smells like candy. Mmmmmm…

Thursday, May 8:
We take the 10:00 train into downtown Chicago, where I see a bunch more of my favourite 2007 hangouts. We visit Crate & Barrel, the Apple Store, Giordano’s Pizza, Millennium Park, The Chicago Symphony Store, Union Station, et al. We get back tired. I am very, very happy now.

Friday, May 9:

Slept in, dinked around all morning, and headed to the airport at 12:30. HUGE line of traffic going in, was almost too late to make the flight. Traffic, security, very long. I have the luck to choose the security line where the guard is searching EVERY bag. I am the last on my plane, 5 minutes before taxiing to the runway. Phew! Get home to Loverly MN and am finally able to unwind completely. Praise God!

Saturday, May 10:
Me and Mark head up to Milaca where we help Best Buddy Rob and his Mom clean up their farm property for the new renters. The highlight? Moving a giant floor freezer which once held sheep feed. It’s been so long (4 yrs.) since it was last opened that the feed has rotted into a runny brown substance which is indistinguishable in appearance and smell from the contents of a Biffy. Because the freezer is too heavy to lift directly, we must roll it, causing splatters of grain poop to coat our arms and jeans. All of us come THIS close to throwing up on the spot, it’s so nasty. But we have a good time anyways, singing Sweeney Todd and roaring down dirt roads with the windows of the pickup wide open. We eat lunch at Pizza Hut at 2:00, and amazingly the staff of the restaurant don’t mind how bad we smell. Went home, watched ‘The Lost Skeleton of Cadavra’ with Rob and laughed our guts out. Drove Rob home, went to bed pretty late.

Sunday, May 11:
Church, then lunch, then Josh, Karlee and Luke Peterson come over. We walk to Twin Lakes, and plan on attending Anna Clearman’s voice recital, but our plans are fouled when Josh gets his tongue stuck in his braces and is unable to free it. An at first inconvenient situation turns scary when nothing seems to untangle it, he is unable to talk or swallow, and he ends up in the emergency room. Eventually he is freed and is mostly unharmed, but the experience is a traumatic one all around. Thank God he’s OK. We end the day with Frisbee, ice cream and an episode of Colombo. Happy Mothers’ Day!

There you have it. Quite an earful, and this is the most superficial description I could manage. None of the gory details, the aches, the pains, the small things, like living out of a suitcase for two weeks with no laundry facilities. J As the work got busier, my life more chaotic, and the life was gradually sucked out of me until I had not even energy to think, all I could do was cling to the hope that A) I would eventually be home again, and B) That God must have some reason for me to be there, that it was for my own good. It is certainly a comforting thought that a God who owes me nothing, but loves me enough to give everything for me, is still willing to help, no matter how inexplicable His methods. And on May 7, my life finally slowed to a point where I could reflect. And this is what I see so far:
Last year, as God taught me things little by little, I was quite willing, in my difficult environment and less-than-ideal lifestyle, to do what He said and walk where He directed. He taught me things like Faith, trusting Him for the Best (not for my comfort), things like real, regular prayer, daily communion with Him. Things like esteeming others as better than myself, being honest and real and forthright with Him and Others so that nothing in my life would be hidden or fake, and giving up my simple, surface desires so that there would be room in my life for Him. He even made me deliver up those things that were incredibly precious to me so that I might have only Jesus left. This is all basic: it is all elementary to Christian growth. And, as I said, I was quite willing to do so because things were hard for me then: I KNEW I needed Christ, and that nothing else but complete attention and obedience would keep me alive.
But much of that went out the window when I got home. Life was perfect! Family! Money! Food! Cars! Friends! Every comfort and convenience imaginable! And while I didn’t forget God, He was no longer my single foundation for living. No longer was He the only support for my feeble soul. And THAT is one of the reasons, I believe, that He had me return to IBLP for a couple weeks. If you’ve never served at IBLP HQ, you will not understand how HARD that was. Even if you have worked there, I doubt if many other people had the inner struggles I did. It’s difficult to convince people about how hard this trip was and why, but that’s not the point. The point is that now I remember who I must cling to for Life, and woe to me if I let go again. I pray that He will continue to stretch me, and keep my life difficult. It’s not a fun thing to suffer, but if that’s what it takes to keep my heart in the right place, then I never want it easy.

On the plus side, there was only one day in TX where it was anywhere near being uncomfortably warm. J

Pictures from TX and IL at http://www.flickr.com/photos/davedueck.

Love All! Next update (hopefully) on Sunday!
~Davers Dueck

Written by Dave Dueck

May 12, 2008 at 4:08 pm

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Back in a Bit!

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Tomorrow I hope to finish and send my first update in many days. I began
writing it today but as it is Mother’s Day there are a few things which
have interrupted my writing. Just wanted everybody to know that I’m not
slacking, that you will hear from me very soon, and that I am home safe.
Gosh, it’s good to be back!

Until Later!

~Davers Dueck

Written by Dave Dueck

May 11, 2008 at 5:07 pm

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