Thanks to the nice lady, Tina, I met and her boys, Job and I are out of the rain. She'd come into the farm store to get flowers for her son's engagement party. Congratulions to Jared and Emily. I was working out in the nursery and as I was filling up her container of fresh cut flowers with the hose we got to talkin. In the following week or so, Tina and I bumped into eachother three times around town, so she took it as a sign and the next thing I knew I had a 28 foot camper. It's in real rough shape. Out of appreciation for what they did for me, I won't go into how rough. Over the years, I've met all kinds of people. Some were rich and some where poor, but the characterisitic that I respect the most out of them all is dignity. Dignity is what makes a person hold themselves to a standard higher than what the world requires. It comes from within regardless of outer circumstances. You don't need to be a person with strong values to make a lot of money in this world, but you do to be a person of dignity in life. It does matter where you're from, who you know, or what you have. The people who owned this camper didn't have any dignity, maybe that's why no one wanted it, but the person who owns it, now, does. With a little elbow grease, it will be apparent. I'm not sayin I'm gonna live in it or anything, but I'll clean it up, atleast, and use it once in a while when I want to get out of the elements or offer someone a place to stay. All cleaned up. (it doesn't hurt that it's not so foggy out for a better picture)