One time at Church Camp
Back in the days of my youth, I was a frequent passenger of the SS Let's go to Church Camp every summer. It was usually a fun experience for me every year, filled with Jesus, swimming, and other fun activities. Of course, there was always the overly emotional, tear jerking endings and false promises that the people who were fortunate (or unfortunate) enough to stay in my cabin made; one of them being "I'll talk to you later!". Then there is the ever so popular, "I'll call you!" One year, however, I met a person who not only had a huge influence on me as a person, but has also been one of the best friends I have ever had. I think it's the closest thing to Divine Intervention I have ever experienced, and I'm so glad it happened.
It was the year 2005; I was fresh out of the eighth grade. When I stepped out of my parents car after I arrived at the camp, it seemed like what happened every year. Stand in line for about a million hours to get