What's That Smell ? ? ?

One of my favorite things about working in the warehouse in Atlanta was getting to see the things other people had packed in their shoe boxes. You can tell a lot of thought and prayer goes into that process. Some boxes had mostly practical items like soap, washcloths, toothbrushes and toothpaste. Others were mostly candy and toys. Many of the boxes contained personal notes and pictures. But the one thing I found in every single box was love. When I took my time and focused on the shoebox in front of me I could almost picture the child that God had already picked to receive that box. I feel blessed to have been a small part of the process that will put a smile on a child's face, a sparkle in their eye and their own personal copy of the Gospel in their hands.
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Our second day working in the warehouse we spent the afternoon on the line, checking the shoe boxes for inappropriate items and taping them up for shipping. I was working next to Cynthia and really just enjoying myself. I reached around and picked a shoebox from the pallet to process. I opened the lid and before I could move anything around to check the contents my nose was invaded by noxious fumes. I sniffed a couple times as I carefully moved the items around in the box expecting to find some rotten fruit. I didn't see anything that could be causing the increasingly pungent odor. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Cynthia. She wasn't processing her box. She was just standing there looking at me. I looked over at her and she was laughing. Thinking she found humor in the look on my face or the way I was leaning over the box sniffing I said "Can you smell that???" She couldn't control herself any longer. She laughed so hard I thought she would slobber all over herself and admitted "I farted!"