We pulled off Hwy 60 and drove one mile to see First Baptist Church of Essex. I preached there several Sundays when Ruth and I were engaged to be married.
At a Sunday dinner on the ground there I once swallowed a sharp chicken bone. It lodged in my throat. Couldn't get it up. Couldn't get it down. The pain was excruciating.
A lady ran into the church and brought back a cup of vinegar for me to drink. It almost gagged me. I still remember what it smelled and tasted like. Awful!! But it worked. I still hold vinegar in high regard, even though I don't like it.
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