I love camp. I truly believe it is the happiest place on earth. Lives are changed here. I was that camper that lived for camp. It was my spiritual get away, my escape from a home that didn't understand my need for God, to a place that couldn't help but engulf me in God's love. How could I not give back to camp? Indian Creek has been an amazing camp to work at. The people love Jesus and are so dedicated to their job.
I have become close with Ed and Marty. I always tell them they remind me of my dad, although that is only half true. They love sports, water skiing, and tell jokes like my dad would, but they have given me something my dad never seemed to want to give me: Jesus. They have shown me what truly God fearing men look like. I look at them and think; Why couldn't God have given me that in my life? Why did/do I have to fend for myself in the spiritual aspect of my life? I am so happy to have them in my life and to have found a new family to support my spiritual journey.