I have a rock story from my son’s recent Boot Camp experience. Charles was at Camp Pendleton and on the way to the shooting range when he saw a heart shaped rock and thought of us. We have collected them for years on every hike or place we visit. So, Charles picked it up and stuck it in a pocket of his jacket. When finished shooting, each recruit gets patted down by a Drill Instructor. He got the meanest, cruelest one ever. The guy finds a lump in his jacket and the conversation goes like this…
Drill Instructor: What is this?
Recruit: It is a rock, Sir.
Drill Instructor: A rock?
Recruit: Yes, Sir. This recruit saw the rock and thought it would make a good souvenir for this recruit’s parents, Sir.
Drill Instructor: A rock?
Recruit: Yes, Sir, this recruit’s parents collect heart shaped rocks, Sir.
Drill Instructor: A heart shaped rock?
Recruit: Yes, Sir. (thinking this recruit is a dead recruit)
Drill Instructor: Wow, that is really cool.
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