What do you remember?

The answer to this question has as much to do with one's present and one's future as it does with one's past.

Memories inspire and warn.

They comfort and haunt.

They orient, reorient, influence.

A good parent is a deliberate memory maker,

weaving a tapestry of moments that will profoundly influence who their child becomes

what they know to be true.

This is a story about a father intentionally crafting the memories of his children,

making moments in the present worthy of bringing to mind for ages to come,

enabling a generation to say, I remember being scared, but not alone.

I remember my father's hands being so strong and so tender I remember and I never want

to forget I'm Justin Gerhardt. Welcome to Holy Ghost Stories. I'm I'm No one knew what to do with the frogs.

At first it was a spectacle, the waters teeming with living creatures, amphibians emerging from the Nile in droves as if Hequette herself,

frog-headed goddess of water and renewal, had come to visit the land in superabundant presence.

People pointed to the pulsating mass, ooing and awing, a glistening wave billowing across the land like a great length of linen,

shaken out by giant unseen hands.

It was awesome, beautiful, wondrous.

But it didn't stop.

Soon the frogs covered fields and pathways, roads, and courtyards.

They were two, three, ten deep.

In houses, kitchens, crowded, bedrooms bursting.

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