The Strange & Destructive Allure of Egypt
When my family moved to Florida in 1982 we rented a small house not too far away from the church and Christian school where my dad would be serving as a schoolteacher. We had been filled with hope and excitement when we made the cross-country trek from Colorado to Central Florida. My parents believed that God had been in the middle of their decision, and I was eager to make new friends and start a new life in what seemed like an exotic and awesome place. But the house was small and hot--my room didn't have air conditioning. One evening, as I was reading a book for school on my bed, a huge cockroach crawled across my chest. I didn't sleep well that night, or for the next several. The house didn't have a washer or dryer either. My mom and I had to carry our laundry to a dirty laundromat every week. We were sufficiently poor enough that my dad had to get a part time job driving a bus at Disney World to make ends meet. All ...