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have to admit that my husband and I weren’t praying for open doors when we began rollerblading more than a decade ago. It was another sport for him to conquer and I was just thrilled to be able to stay on my feet, since I never got the hang of ice or roller-skating. Once I mastered the basic techniques, we hit the bike trails. We soon struck up conversations with fellow rollerblade enthusiasts we passed. We became friends with one couple and arranged to meet up with them a few times. However, they broke up, and we then spent hours talking to one of them, giving him a shoulder on which to lean. Soon, he was coming to church with us.

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