Early in July God saved me. I have very fond memories of that time. I was at a youth camp in an abandoned Swiss Army camp - yes, in Switzerland. In the Alps, even. I was in a little town called Grindlewald, outside Interlaken. I kneeled down on a wet balcony in the evening, and staring up at a humongous mountain, I told the Lord my life was his from that second on.
I can hear you sighing. "Picture perfect..." you think. Well, it was until I went back inside and saw everyone flocking toward the pubs - where there were televisions. Yep, something else was going on early in July...
I thought it was silly in 1997. What do I have to say now?
2 to 4, Germany.
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