Most childhood friendships begin with sweet moments. Such as finding your soul sister on the first day of kindergarten or moving to a new school and being all alone until that one kid sees you sitting by yourself and decides to sit and share their lunch with you, sparking a lifelong bond. At least that’s how it usually happens in movies or in books.
That’s not the case with me or my best friend of now 20 + years.
I was 12 and had recently joined a new church with my family. It was a small church in a small town. We didn’t live in the area and I didn’t go to school there, so I really didn’t know anyone. The congregation had maybe a little over 100 members on a good day and the youth group had about 4 of us in it.
My first Sunday in Sunday school…
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