After I sat down to eat, I began to remember him and his family more clearly, though I still don't recall much about the trip he was on. I first met Ryan (his name) and his brother when they were Webelos Scouts attending Webelos Weekend at Camp Krietenstein. They were about 13 or so when I last had contact with them, which would make them about 31 years old now.
I am pleased to see again someone I shared some good times with long ago. I am even more pleased to be remembered with affection. This sort of thing happens every now and then and is one of God's best gifts.
