Our youth group was a riot, I actually learned a lot from them! I would take them down 6hrs south to Briercrest Bible school, to the Youth Quake rally's. Talk about being overwhelmed, over 3,000+ teens lifting hands and voices praising God and not afraid to talk about Jesus around the campus was cool!

I was such a good influence on the kids, leading by example of maturity and order...yup.

I was also a good influence on my peers at Young Adult retreats...

In our youth group, I met a family that would forever change my life (for the better). The Johnsons, Wayne and Leona are the kind of Godly parents anyone would want. Matter of fact, God put "dad" Johnson and me together in a home for 6 months while he taught near Pierceland, (the rest of the family had moved to another location for the time being.)

Talk about a two opposites! It was something else. He branded me radical and I branded him antique. But you know, love is the most powerful thing there is, and dad J's love broke down all my preconceived ideas, my walls, and my ideas of what a family is.  I learned more from him in 6 months then in my whole life. Soon the Johnson's became my second family with Kim, Laurie, and Kevin.

Robin, Dorian, & Sheldon with my '77 Grand Prix

Back then I had a 1977 black Pontiac Grand Prix with $1,200 mag wheels, 400cu inch engine TH400 transmission and was a decent sports car.  I wanted to impress Kim with my car and would often turn the air cleaner lid upside down so that you could hear when all 4 barrels kicked in. Often times, I would leave from visiting their place, and floored the car...well it sounded like a F14 Tomcat taking off with full afterburners.  I was impressed, but I guess she wasn't...must be a guy thing.

I remember taking Kevin with my car for a drive on the frozen lake by their house. Here we are cruising along the lake, going over frost heaves and such. We were coming up to what is the boat ramp in the summer near their home. Kevin asked if I could make it up the ramp.  Hey why not? 

Well I got stuck...I mean stuck major time...I mean stuck up to the floor boards...couldn't see where the tires started and the hood ended. Not to be caught in this predicament, I floored the car back and forth. Had nice big all season tires on the car, and they chewed the snow up alright...deeper and deeper.

Then "Dad" J. came over from hearing my car's engine over revving. I'm sure he musta thought they put a new airport nearby... He came with a shovel and helped dig me get out; I couldn't find a hole deep enough to crawl into and hide...