I love being a Lion - and I ain't lyin'

It’s been over a week since my trip to Texas Lions Camp in Kerrville and the memories of that day are still with me. Though the drive was long (three hours to be exact!) the day at camp made be realize how proud I am to be an Edna Lion.
I joined the organization because it was a mandate through work to be involved in a civic group, and at first, I didn’t want to. But in retrospect, I was dealing with huge health issues/food digestion problems at the time and felt uncomfortable eating in front of people I didn’t know.
Some months passed and I had to stop going to Lions Club meetings because I was given the Tuesday out-of-town paper route delivering Cuero and Yorktown their paper that we insert here. It kept me out of the office from nine in the morning until 1:30 or 2 p.m.
But they wanted me back, swelling my heart with warmth. They told Chris, my boss, to let me come back! After another month or so, the Edna Lions got their wish, and upon returning, I had the epiphany.
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