So, when I was 17, I went to Israel with a group from my church made up entirely of people over the age of 35 (except for me–I skipped two weeks of school my senior year to go). While were were at Mt. Olivet (aka the Mt. of Olives), a gentleman with a Camel approached my minister and offered “several camels for your daughter” and gestured at me.
My minister leaned over to our guide and inquired how much camels were worth in American currency. Yes he did. And then he politely declined the offer.
That’s all there is to that story and that’s all I have for you today.
Enjoy your Thursday!
(photo by Aaron Sneddon of the Scottish Press; Obtained in Flikr Creative Commons)