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So the other day I was able to go help out a some people. I was needed, no not for extensive biblical knowledge (yea right) or my ruggedly handsome exterior (my wife thinks so) but for the fact that I am still small enough to wiggle through holes and I apparently do not suffer from claustrophobia in the slightest. There was a floor that needed extra support and I was small enogh to wiggle in jack up some support and wiggle out again. I enjoyed being needed as everyone does and I also enjoyed helping others out.
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