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RAY AND BETTY WHIPPS<br />
parents wouldn’t approve <strong>of</strong>, and I sensed I was in danger<br />
<strong>of</strong> drifting. Not that I was doing anything too terrible—<br />
just pushing the boundaries.<br />
One <strong>of</strong> my first rebellions was smoking. I was sixteen<br />
and trying to look like a man, and my brother Glenn<br />
caught me. It wasn’t even a real cigar; it was something<br />
everyone called an Indian stogie— a catkin that grew on<br />
some <strong>of</strong> the local trees. I’d been trying to keep one lit<br />
one afternoon when Glenn, who had just returned from<br />
college, found me hiding out near the big beech tree at<br />
the end <strong>of</strong> the street.<br />
“I’m taking you home to Dad.” Without another word,<br />
he grabbed me by the shirt and marched me home.<br />
We both knew there was no way Dad would keep his<br />
cool, and as expected, the belt came out. I was left nursing<br />
tender skin and vowing to give up the stogies for good—<br />
or at least until I had my own place and could smoke in<br />
private. Once I had a job and a room, I got a pipe. I also<br />
quit reading my Bible and attending church.<br />
<strong>The</strong> smoking was never a serious thing; it was more<br />
<strong>of</strong> an outward sign <strong>of</strong> an inward struggle, and I never<br />
liked that I’d given in to a vice I’d always considered to be<br />
wrong— sinful, even. I also knew how disappointed my<br />
folks would be if they found out. It was just that my life<br />
was no longer making sense. For the first time in my life,<br />
God seemed far away. <strong>The</strong> Bible wasn’t speaking to me the<br />
way it once had, and prayers felt awkward on my lips. Piece<br />
by piece, I watched my faith begin to weaken.<br />
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