Around three years ago, I went to a conservative Christian camp with people that I didn't know at all for a week. They were very welcoming and kind to me, and I had a great week. I fit in for the most part, until it was time to speak tongues. It soon became apparent to me that I was the only one who couldn't - or at least admitted they couldn't - speak tongues.
Recently, I decided to finally spend money on running clothes again. I found the perfect shorts when I was out with a friend in Southern Denmark. However, as I was walking back to my house, I saw that I somehow managed to lose my shorts.