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Bob Donphy of Old Hollow had good reason to believe he was a man who had everything back in 1976.
He was a healthy, youthful-looking 46-year-old.
He had a successful marriage of nearty 30 years.
He had three fine children, and a good home.
He owned an established wholesale saddlery bumness.
One might say that Bob Dunphy was blessed. But not Bob Dunphy. At least not until the spring of *75, on a day when Dttnphy says he “got saved."
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4flMhnttant Ot onn W. tag trip, Dunphy was winding ids Winnebago eastbound on Route 40 in North Carolina just “talking to the Lord.”
4, feeling hit him that was paramount. “I stopped to call my wife to tell of the great feelings,” Dunphy recalled.
“After calling her, it was like I was in a trance. I drove 150 miles into South Carolina, and passed up both of my stops. Three hours later, and I had no recollections of driving.”
“I was always just an ordinary guy—never believed in the spiritual realm,” Dunphy, who has traveled many spiritual roads since that day, revealed.
Dunphy looked down at
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