But apparently, it was exactly what the doctor ordered:
In stumbling upon this page, I am reminded of one of the funniest things I have ever heard.
It was on a Sunday morning and I was in sixth, maybe seventh grade CCD (Sunday School). It was a quiet moment during Catechism class. We were left alone and my friend David* and I got to talking.
And that was the glorious bonus of David’s story. That it included someone who actually had such an unquenchable curiosity and desire to smell the fresh scent of strawberries, that it drove him to dive to the bottom of the pool and inhale.