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A Story of Transformation and Inspiration to Us All

Dear Aunt Betty,

Here's the real story.  I went deer hunting this fall and, as you know, the harvest was plenty. As I was field dressing the harvest, I noticed my hands were getting quite dirty.  No problem for a rugged deer hunter!  I stomped over to the nearest stream and washed up clean as a whistle.  That left me with another problem -- what's a rugged deer hunter to do with wet hands?

It so happens, a nice couple was strolling along the very same stream; Saul and his wife (who, from all appearances, was very German all decked out in curly blonde pigtails and Lederhosen).  When I was explaining my problem, they offered me the enclosed towel with which I gladly dried my hands.  I asked them where they got such a nice towel.  They glanced at each other and mumbled something about finding it in an osprey's nest in South Carolina.

Just then Saul had a religious experience, began to speak in tongues, and admitted that he had stolen the towel from a nice lady who was on vacation (thus exonerating the innocent and blameless osprey).  I informed Saul of God's infinite and eternal love and forgiveness for him (which he joyously accepted).  Saul, immediately took the new name Paul and dedicated himself to "live the rest of his life like a saint."  The last I saw of "Saint Paul" and his girl, they were singing German folk songs, dancing off into the forest.

That's it, the real story.  Paul did it.  Here's your towel.

Christopher Bailey