Articles about Sydney Banks
“Hey, Sandy-Beach-Del, you must be po-or. Your bookbag is, like, trashed, man.” The spin on my last name, Sandel, was typical for the boy, a fellow sixth-grader. My bookbag was a sorry sight, frayed and falling apart. Schoolbags back then didn’t have fancy shoulder straps and lots of zippered pockets. They were satchels, carried by…
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I’m a sucker for a new appliance and a fresh clothes dryer was coming through the laundry door – I was tickled pink.
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Many of you know that my life has been influenced by the teachings of Sydney Banks, a humble, ordinary Scottish man who had an extraordinary enlightenment experience when he was 43.
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