Is there a place so great and fair,Where moths still dance (most days) in the air? Where stumps, yet blackened, inremembrance of long past blazestill

What you have done for my son and my family is beyond love. Perhaps you will never know how many years I prayed that Derek

The world was dark, I could not see,Stumbling over the things before me,Not able to walk the twisted path,Or throw off the anger that caused

The following is an excerpt from a letter that camp received after one of our groups completed a 3-week trip on the James River: To

To Bald Eagle Boys Camp: I am quite impressed with your program of dealing with troubled teenage boys. It appears that you have been able