When the Morning Comes
I didn't exactly know what to expect from training camp when I arrived just three days ago. Self-defense class? Name games? Trust exercises? Cultural debriefings? I was coming in completely blind. But I rested in the fact that none of us really knew, so we’d be figuring it out together.
Saturday afternoon, our camp leader gathered us together to give us instructions for the rest of the day. With great anticipation, he took the microphone and told us that we would be camping that night. For someone who’s never been camping before, it sounded fun. I wondered what kind...