Only One Life - By Dale Gentry - His Story - His Journey

have been discouraged after several months, but I can’t

remember him showing it. On many occasions, I would

go into the empty church during the daytime, and

would see my dad walking back and forth, with hands

raised, praying in the Holy Ghost. Eventually, my Dad ’s

prayers were answered and the church began to grow.

Little Ray

My cousin, Ray Watkins, came to visit me that

summer and asked to go swimming. I told him the only

swimming place we had in Temple was the nearby lake.

Little Ray, as most people called him, because he never

grew over 5 feet tall, said he wasn’t intereste d in

swimming in the lake. He asked if there was possibly

another place. I responded by saying, “ the only

swimming pool in town is that of a wealthy

businessman, but no one is allowed to swim in his pool ” .

Little Ray pretended not to hear what I was saying. He

said, “ w e’ll swim in that pool today, Dale Wayne .” I assured

him that was not possible, but soon he was putting on

his swimming trunks and pulled his jeans over them

and urged me to do the same. I reluctantly followed

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