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Personal Narrative: A Trip To Racine, WI

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A trip to Racine, WI. Each time I got lost in the city, I said "I don 't want to go to Wisconsin. By this meant "I don 't want to get lost." I had no idea, God would open a way for me to really experience going to Wisconsin and be hosted by an incredible person. It was an extraordinary time at the place where I visited, just can 't post pictures of that place, due to high security

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