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Yeah, droning on on their birthdays... One guy went on and on during his "birthday speech" aboout how he was now "living in the Land of the Giants" and somehow had co-related his coming into the Way Corps with that old television show The Land of the Giants. Richrad Th*mas finally tells him to sit down and shut up, and then goes into his opinion of those who did such things, with the admonition to keep it short and sweet. Then, a couple days later, this gal, Judy Sz*m*ky, gets up with her guitar and sings a song she wrote called "Daddy's Girl" which was all about her life story, and it seemed to go on forever, while Richard T, in the background was half smiling and shaking his head in a "you got me on that one" sort of a way. When she was done, we all laughed and cheered as RT shook his head with a defeated smile..

Uncle Hairy! I specifically remember Rev. Or*a*ds' breasts! That was beautiful man! She seemed embarrassed, but I also remember her grinning about it...

I remember that too UH! I myself was "militant" about it. Wish I'd a seen the humor in it like you did... RG! I am sitting here dying with laughter! I have tears running down my face! And the storie about Je*f M*hn is one I'm familiar with. As I understand it, he sat there at the head table still wrapped in his blanket as he realized his celebrity status, smiling as he ate! And, OH-MY-GAWD! Father Abraham? SPASMO baby, SPASMO! Too funny man, too funny! Yeah, I loved all that kinda .......Time of my life.

And Hope Rich- Come on! Where's your comittment?! That guy didn't want to disrupt the Word of God! What love and comittment! Surely you see this? Oh my God. Hope, that must have been really really weird man. And to think that he did it on purpose for the "overall movement of the Word or some inane reason....." Uggh! But you seem like a really sweet gal, to want to help him out like that.... Well, God keeps the score, and I wouldn't be surprised if He remembers your love on that one! P.S. Did you warn the person on your right that the pee was coming their way?

Most excellent Tonto! I see the wit, and I appreciate it. I just wondered if you knew the actual Spanish translation for that particular name. Looks like it all "fits like a hand in a glove, and with a mathematical exactness and a scientific prec....." Oh, sorry 'bout that... :o--> I got carried away... :)-->

Oh geez, ExC, I was there and it was a terrible moment, but funny, but sad :D--> :(--> The way I remember it, and you had it really close as far as I can remember, was that RT himself went into the guy's room to turn off the light that he left on, and to find out who the perpetrator was, for, leaving lights on was another major no-no. When Rt asked him why he would not only leave his light on, but would also go to a Sunday Night Service forgetting his name tag, he responded with; "I didn't forget my name tag sir!" And RT said; "Well yes you did, because I was in your room, and I found your name tag and the meeting had started! So how can you say that you did not forget your name tag when I have it right here?" And he said; "Because I was still in the room sir, and I had not left yet, therefore not forgetting it sir!!!" And Richrad T, fairly confused, says; No, you were not in the room because I was in the room! What do you mean you were in the room?!" Then the guy takes a deep breath and says; "Because I was in the closet sir!" To which, as you hit it on the nose, we all felt like hiding from this poor fella so he wouldn't feel the embarrassment. Then Richard flips him the nametag and told him to see him after the meeting. I think everybody was embarrassed for the guy, including RT.. Sadly hilarious...

As Joe Pesci would say; "Ok! Ok! Ok!" When my wife was in the 7th Corps in rez at HQ, they were down in the Wierwille basement (of their home ya know), and having some kind of a meeting with Vince F*nnegan. So Vince was up at the front of the room in a chair, and Bob L*adman was up there in front as the 7th Corps in residence corps coordinator. At the conclusion of the meeting, Vince asks tenderly if anyone had any needs or needed to be prayed for. At this point, someone who knew of this little trick my wife liked to pull on unsuspecting people says; "Hey Tialani (Mrs Lingo's fake name-I love Hawaiian names), why don't you have Vince pray for that problem that you told me about?" Many of the other people in the room chimed in as well. But she says; "Naa, it's no big deal, I'm not that worried about it". But then Vince, taking the bait, said; "Well come on up here Tialani, I be blessed to pray for you". And she said; "Well, ok, but it's not really a big deal..." But he continued with; "even a little deal is a big deal to God, so come on up". And so she started walking to the front of the room, looking as if she was "in need", and while doing so, began to rub the right side of her jaw as she approached Vince, who was by then, standing and reaching an arm out to put on her shoulder. Then he asked; "What's the problem?" And she explained that she had sort of a "swelling in the jaw" ever since she was little, and that when it acts up from time to time, it swells to the point that she can hardly open her mouth. She went on to say that down in Oklahoma, where she grew up, the nick name for this regional malady is "dog jaw". Well, most of the corps in the room knew what her little trick was, and they were playing along beautifully, complete with endearing and compassionate looks on their faces. But Vince of course knew nothing He just wanted to help. And so, as she rubs her jaw, she said; "If you press your hand up against my jaw here, you can really feel it". And so Vince tenderly reached out and pressed his hand against her jaw to feel it as he begins to pray. And just as he said; "Heavenly Father, I just", she snarls like a mad wolf and bites him right on the hand while still snarling! So Vince flat out screams, no doubt thinking about "biting devils" while she's still hanging on to his hand! After a moment of all that, Tialani is so totally freaked out for having disgraced and terrified Rev F*nnegan, that she jumped into Bob L*admans lap for protection amidst the uproarious laughter that had by this time, totally consumed the room! But as she peaked up from Leadman's lap, she was happy to see Vince his own self laughing himself to tears. He said that it was the best little trick/scam he ever saw. And so, all ended well. Well almost. Once the meeting was over, and people were milling around by ye olde snack shoppe, along comes Don Wierwille. Well, Vince see him, and says; "Hey Don, come on over here, we have a gal with a tremendous need, and needs to be prayed for". So, Don, being his usual self, comes on over to try and help. Well, my wife is kind of glaring at Vince, but figures that she kind of owes him one, so she goes along with it. So, T goes through the routine, and as Don reaches out to touch her cheek, she gives a repeat performance and snarls and bites Don on the hand. But his reaction was different. She saw the same terror in Dons' eyes, but instead of reacting like Vince, he did something kinda neat. He throws his arms around her just and hugs her and holds her. That is, until it registers in his mind what all of the laughter is about. And then apparently, according to my wife, Don was just plain horselaughing for the longest time. Then Don trys to convince my wife to do it to Mrs. Wierwille, but she wouldn't do it. Instead, they had some other gal be the "victim" in Mrs. W's presence. The wife says though, that she acted wise to it, and only laughed a little. The gag had losts it's punch by then. Now when I first married her, she did the same damnable thing to me, and I swear, I about jumped a country mile! My instant thought (first thought? Hmmph!) as I saw those evil flashing eyes, gnashing teeth on my hand, and heard the vicious snarl, was of those hideous Biting Devils! Aggghhh! Oh, what a woman I hooked into. 22 years and still going strong... :)-->

Ala P. You must have missed out on that one. Dr, Wierwille, played a tape for us in the advanced class, an account of a little girl in the Phillipines who was being "bitten by devils". There was a minister there who ran a radio program in the Phillipines who gave a blow by blow account of this poor little girl who was posessed and being bitten by devils. According to the broadcast, bite marks appeared on her body, even though there was no visible "biter" biting her. And this minister had a prayer thing going on over the radio, and finally according to his account, the spirits left the little girl, and she was healed. It was a fairly harrowing account, if one believed it to be true, and so, when this Anthony guy started praying for "poor little Clarita" who was currently being "bitten by devils", the whole Corps cracked up at his audacious and possibly twisted humour...

Why yes, maybe it was Clarita! Damn that must have been funny.. :)-->

A 5th and 7th Corps Moment. My wife, 7th, was up in the Ambassador Room at Emporia for the after meeting after the Sunday Five O'Clocker. She's pretty sure that it was in the Amb Room any way. Hell, it could have been a 10:30 fellowship for that matter. Did we really go to three meetings a day? Anyway, whoever was running the meeting asks if anyone would like to pray or have anything to lift. And so, this fellow, whom I remember well, Anthony Pa*ch, stands up and begins to pray "for little Larissa who is being bitten by devils right now at this moment even as we are praying....." Apparently his prayer didn't laugh much longer than that, due to the laughter. And if she remembers correctly, Anthony got chewed out pretty good for it. Oh I think that this was definitely a "Priceless Corps Moment". Wish I'd a been there. Anybody else know any more details on that one? Igotout?

Happy Birthday to ya Radar! Love you and hope your day was a blessing to you! Jonny Lingo

Yes, why not sex for all?

I just remembered one of the funniest things at the end of my first year in the Tenth Corps. The Eighth, Tenth and College Div went to see the Kansas City Royals play the Detroit Tigers up at Royals Stadium. We all sat together and our going there was sort of a "treat" before we all went out on the field. We all had bags of popcorn from the snack shop corn popper, and we commenced to watch the game. At one point, I think it was Jeff Pro*asco and a couple of others started throwing a little bit of popcorn at eachother in a little harmless outdoor fun. And then, one of our "elder Corps" bros, Craig Cus*ing*am, goes down to where these "sophomoric" first year spiritually immature 10th Corps were "spiritually out of line" and begins to reprove them. This guy goes on and on about how "we are The Way Corps, and an example to all who see us! You are an embarrasment to the Corps..." and on and on and on. He was on his soapbox and all who could see were watching a "true mini-mog" in action! He was probably thinking that God would make a special place for him in Heaven for taking such a mighty stand against the adversary! We who were near were thinking about how stupid this "reproof" sounded, and since it was coming from this particular guy, we weren't surprised. And then, Linda MacDuffy, comes down the aisle between the bleachers behind this guy when he wasn't looking, and dumps her whole bag of popcorn on this guys head! Well, he whips around with fire in his eyes, only to find Rev. MacDuffy laughing and shaking her head at him! He was seriously confounded as the entire Way College erupts into uproarious laughter! And then, as if on cue, the biggest popcorn fight that I ever witnessed or will ever witness in my life ensued right there on the spot! Popcorn was flying everywhere, and it was beautiful man, just beautiful. And other baseball fans were looking at us and laughing and enjoying seeing such a huge group of people having so much fun together. God I love that woman!!

Hey Tonto. About your name. I used to work with a Mexican guy, who taught me how to speak Spanish. He was from a town called Monteray down in old Mexico. One day while we were working (we were sheetrocking partners), the subject of the Lone Ranger and Tonto came up. It occurred to me that "Tonto" was probably a Spanish name in that Tonto was an Apache. Lot's of Apaches had Spanish names. Geronimo, Mangus Colorados, etc. So I said to Librado (means "liberty"-cool huh?); "Hey Librado, just what does "Tonto" mean anyway?" And he starts laughing really hard, and finally gets around to saying that it means "dummy". And we started laughing hilariously while thinking about the masked crusader saying; "Come on Dummy! Let's ride!" and things like that. So, I guess that's why "Dummy" did all the dirty work for free.... :)-->

Ok. I have not had time to stay up with this thread in that it is so danged long. Plus, there a number of arguments that I didn't really want to wade through. I read as far as the accident itself, up until the place where the ambulances took people away, but after that, by the time I came back there were a ton more pages here that I didn't have the time to read through. No disrespect intended HCW, but, although I have read snippets here and there, I just couldn't go through reading it all. And so anyway, I have serious question to ax you Howard: What was it exactly about this accident that induced the suicide of Rochelle Wajnberg? Was it that she was horribly disfigured? Or did she receive damage to her brain which brought about serious depression? Or was it simply that the pain pills prescribed to her were strong enough to use for her possible previous suicidal mindset? My wife knew Rochelle, and she said that Rochelle always seemed depressed, and although the suicide was terribly sad for my wife and her friends, the suicide aspect was not a surprise, although shocking. I ask this question respectfully. I am sure that you have addressed this somewhere in this thread, so maybe you can simply tell me which page it is on, or, simply answer it "in a nutshell". How is it that this LEAD expedition and accident brought about her death?

The man who raped and beat the little twelve year old girl should have been KILLED for raping and beating the ten year old girl on his first offense. This way he would never have raped and beaten the twelve year old girl. This would have prevented the "second offense", PERIOD. The reason these things keep going on and on is because these savages are never punished properly. I'd be the first one to stand in line to throw the switch on one of those mutherfu*kers. This way, the person would not ever have his "rights" abused by having been posted as a sex offender in a new neighborhood. That way you can relax Trefor, about some inadvertent unjustice being done. It would fix a lot of problems, and namely save many innocent lives from such savage barbarism. They should be shot down like the filty dogs that they are. Like the song says; "I got rights, yeah I got rights too, I got the right to know, that you gonna go..to hell on one of these black nights!" Listen to it some time. It's called "I Got Rights" by Hank Williams Jr. Ummm, I hope that was clear enough..

Skyrider said; That sounds nice Sky, but the decision that was made was a spiritual decision, that's why there was no need for a "fair" discussion concerning one's fate. Basicly, it was; "mene mene tekel upharsin-thou art weighed in the balances and found wanting" . The problem is, God wasn't in the decisions. This was another reason it was so devastating to a person who got the the boot. When we went into the Corps, we thought God was the "real director" in a sense, and so, when one was "found wanting", it was as if God rejected that person as a below par believer". I was never kicked out, nor threatened to be. But I remember alot of screwed up emotions and thinking towards those that did. If I knew the person, and liked them, then I was confused. If I didn't know them, then, I'd get caught up in the judgement thing also, for which I ask God for forgiveness. Now, there was one guy who was always sneaking off and tearing up the town and getting drunk as a skunk and just plain raising hell all of the time, and I do not know how he managed to graduate. One night he ended up drunk in Kansas City at some bar where the music never ceased! But he was a real slick salesman kind of a guy, so, he must have put the hard sell on JAL, and come out smelling like a rose anyway!! That guy was too funny! And the year we graduated, he shows up at Corps Week with a really expensive motor home, a large cooler full of beer, and he grilled steaks all of the time and never got caught with all of his beer! What a guy, old BH...

And why should they be allowed to talk to anyone? They were the ones who broke their comittment to God, Dr. Wierwille, and The Way Corps! When they broke their comittments, they weren't worth the powder and lead to blow themselves up with! They no longer had a head! Their neck was just blowing bubbles by that time! Comittment was supposed to be our middle name! We sre supposed to be leading the "Magnum Life!" (Del Duncan). Those who walked away from the Corps had no back bone! Be careful! Don't step in so and so, he's just a pile of goo now that he's lost his backbone! Why should God ever even spit in their direction again! Greasespots all!! Agghh! Agghh!!! Oh wait, did I just say that? Oh sorry, I'm not Craig, really....I just got carried away... Wow, that kind adang is so heavy. I think Igotout put it very succinctly...

Yeah, the melodrama does get pretty thick around here.... Personally, I loved my LEAD experiences (went twice). Never had a real problem on the road, told lots of people about Jesus Christ, Had fun in the mountains, saw some people really get over some fears, like fears of heights, bugs, dirt, not having a "blow dryer", fear of bearing one's derriere in the woods to take a dump, etc etc... But the two groups I went on just happened to work out just fine. I didn't really like the 11th Corps LEAD instructors too much, at least not all of them, but we got along pretty good. I learned to quit being a lazy a$$ when it came to "being around camp" and helping with the cooking, cleaning up, and getting ready for the next thing, which was good for me anyway... I have teen aged kids whom I have taken out into the Alaskan wilds where we live, and have challenged them in similar ways as we were challenged at LEAD, and, it didn't hurt them any. It is very too bad that there were these bad bad incidents that occurred on LEAD, like the wreck, Kenny Bardin's death at the hands of a redneck truck driver, the rape and beating of a Tenth Corps girl, but since these things did not occur when I went LEAD, I have taken the good that I learned from the experience, and have capitalized on it...

Satori, Are you saying that you do not know what a "bums rush" is? Or are you asking why it is that HCW feels that he is receiving the "bums rush" by some here? Why he feels he is getting it, I do not know. but a "bums rush" is an old saying where a bum in a bar or a restaurant is rushed out the door when it is discovered that he or she is "bumming", hence; "He got the bums rush", and was kicked out... Maybe HCW is saying that he was "being rushed" (which would not really qualify as a "bums rush") to tell his story, as when George Aar told him to hurry on up and just tell the incident without all of the flowery introduction.. It is my opinion though, that HCW is entitled to tell his story as he chooses. His opinions within his story may be up for debate, but, it's his story, so, I have just been sitting back and watching it develop. I always did wonder about that accident, and so, this has been interesting....

Excathedra, Even though I don't really know you, and I have pi$$ed you off to a great degree, I am getting the picture that you were really really abused by VPW, and now that I am beginning to see it, I am really really sorry that you went through all of that. Please help me "un-ring that bell" by forgiving me for being an un-sensitive a$$. I really mean it. For I see that when issues like the one with my Corps sister comes up, the one that was raped on LEAD Highway, I see your heart in the matter more and more, and my heart goes out to you all the more. I am sorry, and I love you mucho en Christo... And Ex10, I don't expect you to reveal the name of that gal, unless you want to in the private topics. I could have sworn that it happened during our first year in that LCM made the "announcement" about the situation while he was our in rez coordinator. but obviously my memory is foggy, and you are probably right... At any rate, that detail doesn't really matter, because no matter what year it was, our sweet sistah was still raped and hurt and then was cast out, and that was really terrible. Do you know any more details? I have always wondered about that situation...

Hi all. Somewhere back in the depths of this thread, someone mentioned a girl who was raped while on the road, and how she never returned to Emporia. The incident sounds like an incident that happened during my first year in rez with the 10th Corps. I posted that incident over on the "Other LEAD stories" thread, but now I will post it here to see if anyone over here, knows more about it. First I will try and find that post that someone over here said about it. Oh, here is that quote by Dagoo: And so, Dagoo says that JAL brought it up, which causes me to think that maybe it happened during my last year in rez when the 12th Corps was in their 1st in rez year. at any rate, here is what I posted earlier on that other thread. I wonder if Ex 10 knows anything about it? Anyway, here is that incident as I remember it.

I do not Know the answer to that Excathedra. I just remember seeing her sitting at the the tables during breakfast, lunch, and dinner with a look of shock and horror on her face. I would not doubt that somebody was spending time with her. I think Linda MacDuffy was a kind and wise woman, and I would not be surprised if she didn't do all that she could for her. I should go over and check out who it was at the LEAD Accident thread and see who posted the same story and ask them what they knew. Maybe I will cut and paste my first post of this over at that thread and see if anyone over there that might know about it. I remember that she was a quiet girl with a wry sense of humor, and that the guy could hardly look anyone in the eye after that...

Ok, maybe I was being a little melodramatic when I said "collapsed". She was just so tired and out of breath and no doubt her legs were killing her, and so, she just laid down, gasping for breath. She was not unconscious or anything like that. Hope I didn't mislead anyone in that way. She was just exhausted and needed to catch her breath. No one berated her for it either, the only one who said anything to her about it at the time was me when I helped her. There was another gal, a tall blonde 12th Corps gal who did the same thing, but when I stopped to help her, she said; "That's it! It's too much! I quit!" And she laid there for the longest time. And when we finally decided to pack on down the mountain, she finally made it to the top. Just in time for the hike down. She wasn't too happy about that either. And when we got back to base camp (she was in my twig), she said; "I've had enough I'm going to bed!" And went into her tent. She shared a tent with Peter and Maureen Somebody (married couple- Blake maybe?)), and before they had come to bed after the evening meal, this gal had gotten into Maureens pack and stolen all of their Dr. Scholl's "mole skin" to put on her blisters! That gal was one of my two hitching partners. The other one was Karen Gal*reath. Yeah, I had blisters from all of that too. It was a tough hike to be sure. The "skree" stuff was like fields of bowling ball sized rocks on the slopes of the mountains in various places. It was down a slope of skree that Connie slid. She must have had a really sore rear end also! But she never said anything about it. I can hardly believe that I ran down that slope without falling face first. But I think God was with Connie and I...

Well Ala P, I wasn't overly happy with the LEAD staff that year. I actually hit it off with your tormenter, and we chummed alot the whole time I was there. She must have been your TC. Mine was Theresa O*ia*d. She didn't seem to like me much actually. But I didn't really care too much what she thought. I had a fairly nice time of it. But, I know that it was very very hard for some people. One gal in my Corps, Jan somebody absolutely collapsed when she was 100 yds from the top of Sunset Peak and was crying and gasping for breath. That's when I stopped playing my harmonica and being so damned "cheerful" about it all. But she was determined to make it. I stopped and lay there on the ground with her, talked with her, and when she caught her breath enough, I prayed for her and helped her up and we walked to the top. For her it was a big victory. But she, like a couple of other gals, was fairly heavy, and that was one long damned walk for even an "in shape" person! Did you remember that it was a seventeen mile round trip hike to the top and back? That was a Looonnnggg hike to be sure! And do you remember that on the way down, Connie Nedwick pulled a one or two hundred pound loose boulder from the wall of the ledge we were walking along which consequently caused her to fall down the near vertical slope to our right? Remember that? I was right behind her, and I saw her reach to the left to hang on to this big rock in the wall so she could move with safety along the skinny ledge on that part of the trail. And then, as if in "slow motion" I saw the big rock move as it began to pull free from the wall. I still think of seeing it in like a "freeze frame" kind of a scene. Yeah, she fell down that slope, was sliding very fast on her butt facing down hill with that boulder falling directly behind her with me scrambling and chasing the boulder which I could not get a handle on (I cut my hands trying to grab it) which eventually hit her square in the back! I was right there when that boulder hit her in the back and made an awful sound as she made a horrible grunting sound. She stopped then, with the boulder against her back. It all happened so fast it was over almost as it started. I rolled the boulder off her back and around her and sent it down the hill and then prayed for her back that it wasn't broken. I remember telling her before I prayed for her that "if ever there was a time to believe when you are prayed for, that time is now, because I think this is serious". And she smiled and said that she knew God would heal her. And then as I began to get her up, your friend Cynthia corrected me for not praying for the scrape on her leg. So I said a "quick one" for her leg and we hauled her up the hill. And I must say that that Connie was one tough cookie. She said her back was fine, and disregarded the bruise/scrape on her leg for the rest of the session. I swear that girl was my hero! She just plain looked some srious stuff in the eye and didn't let it get to her. I marveled at her. Oh but man was I seriously worried after I saw and heard that boulder hit poor Connie in the back. Oh yeah, and after I was evaluated, later on, my then girlfriend who was in the Eleventh Corps told me that Theresa O*ia*d's E-VAL of me said that I was very immature, "spiritually" that is, and that this was how it was reported to the mini mogs.... I think that the LEAD program was in good hands when Steve Armstrong was the one time director.