I don't remember his name but I remember where I knew him from - Bethany Hills. This church camp in Tennessee I attended as a teenager was the setting for my first lesson in fighting a cold.
He-whose-name-I cannot-remember got sick while at the weekend camp, and instead of going to get medical help or drugs, he instead lugged around a gallon jug of water. My having been used to the idea that once you're sick you pop a pill, I was fascinated by what I considered his naive approach to illness.
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