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OCVA to Bend, day five Three-Fingered Jack Love Bigger We got to the big hall, where breakfast is served at 8. Young people were queued up, and the kitchen was busy with workers. I spoke briefly with the director of the Big Lake Youth Camp, Les. He's a very nice guy, welcoming, and an outdoors person. Everyone was very kind and friendly. I got to the serving part of the line and I answered every question with "Yes, please." :-) I was handed a plate with scrambled eggs, biscuits and gravy, and a bowl of oatmeal with brown sugar. Adam and I walked outside and a woman about my age said "Come sit over here. Tell us about your story." Her name was Tricia, and she was sitting with her lovely mom, Maggie, and her friend and fellow volunteer, Lisa. Tricia is a Masters of Social Work (MSW) school counselor, and she'd be training the young people before camp started, the following weekend. All the young people were college-age staff. Tricia specialized in counseling child abuse victims, and…

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