Continued ...

    Bryce and his cousin Hayden canvassed different areas selling cookies; one day Bryce asked a Wal- Mart
    manager if he could sell his cookies at the store's entrance. The guy said no. Bryce continued pounding the
    pavement and returning home to help bake and package more cookies. (He can bake the best cookies!)     
    With the temperature soaring, he took it upon himself to ask again. He was sent to see a different manager   
    and this time he was told yes. Persistence paid off. His sales soared. That gave him the courage to call and   
    set up at other Wal-Mart sites.

    Pounding the pavement is history.

    Early on Bryce and I set the goal that he was going to Conference no matter what. I sent a few notices out
    knowing I could count on to help us with getting the ball rolling and it worked. Immediately the phone rang
    and the lady said, I'm sending $100.00, send me some cookies, another person sent a check for $75.00       
    and since several have contributed.

    About half way into our needed amount (prior going to Wal-Mart) I kept reminding Bryce along with others - he
    was going to D.C. I didn't know how though I knew if we focused on what we wanted rather than what we didn't
    want we'd be supported. Almost immediately the Wal-Mart stores opened up.

    He's getting real close and he wants to have some summer to just be a kid.

    That stirred up some memories about me being 12. We lived in a very small town in the midst of a wheat
    farming community. My oldest sister and her husband came to visit for a few days. She lived in the city - the
    name sounded so 'big' - this place was called Richland Washington.

    They invited me to go home with them for a couple of weeks. I'd never been anywhere, not even to spend the
    night, so it was a BIG deal for me to go. We were very poor and we didn't shop for clothing at department
    stores. I wore hand me downs and a few things that my mother sewed. When my sister told me we were going
    to a mall I had no idea what that meant. It was a first. She took me shopping and bought me lots of
    clothing, nylons and shoes. She also took me to a 7-11 where I had my first slurpee. My life was forever
    changed. When I returned home, though my mother was very upset with my sister for having me exposed to    
    the new things and experiences. For the very first time I felt like I fit in at school.  I am truly grateful for my sister.

    I agree with Bryce, I want some summer to just be a kid.

    Big smiles!
    Glenda
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